Category: #memory
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The Battle With Words
Every day words emerge Their tiny fingers gripping The screen’s edges, Eyes blinking, no doubt From too much time in darkness. They arrive en masse, Waiting further instructions From me, I presume, But we have yet to decide What is to be controlled By whom. Am I an empty vessel Adrift on the Nile, Passing…
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Hold This Moment…
I drove 300 miles yesterday, about 270 miles over my self-imposed limit for one day. But near the end of this trip with the November sun on the horizon shooting shafts of bright light into my eyes–I had on dark sunglasses–the song came on the car radio: “I’m Your Captain” by Grand Funk Railroad. This…
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