Category: poetry

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I try not to regret things. Bad or good, what happened has happened. Good things end, bad things end. I must be grateful because these things mold me into who I am. I am growing. I am a living, breathing person, made of flesh…

Day One

On the way home this evening, I felt numb. The route home was slightly different but most of it was the same. There was the drive west on 36th Street instead of 41st Street but the rest was dark and wet. It started raining…

The Impressive Wall

He built a huge wall around his house. It’s an impressive wall, a wall that people admire. But a crime has been committed. There is a good possibility that learning about what motivated the crime is beyond his impressive wall and in his stately…

Once Upon A Time

I’ve always wanted to write a story that began with “Once upon a time.” There has never been a story that started with “Once upon a time” that hasn’t grabbed me. What will happen, I always ask myself? And with that I am whisked away, like an…

Strength

I am better but I am still a long ways from being normal. I mean, what’s normal anyway? Sitting alone in a small corner of the house and reading a book? Going to the movies alone? I know they are normal to me but are they…

The Advice

A young man of about twenty-five years old began a conversation with me on a bus queue last night as I was trying to maintain my invisibility. He was taking a later bus than usual because he was presented with the opportunity to hang…

On Beer

I never drink beer on a weeknight. Tonight I made an exception. It’s hot. Not the beer but the temperature. A short walk leaves you drenched in sweat. After a long walk and an hour and a half on a bus I felt I…