Happy Days

Happy days happen so quickly and keep on coming; Repeating one by one and then another. Life was more simple when I had them numbered.

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Stepping Stones

Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step.  Blind step, new step.   “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”

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Love and Art

“I think as an artist, to become an artist, you have to love yourself so much.  Then, you have to find someone;  You have to find someone who loves you even more…” He said after I questioned love.  And I thought.  I sunk in my thoughts. Thought upon thought of all the things that I […]

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Runic Time

“One Time, Two Time;  Three Time, Four..” Time counts his own minutes then stashes them underneath plastic floor boards.  He giggles afterthoughts at the irony of keeping such a hideous heart.  He knows he’s not the one who beats it.  Ribs do that part.   He’s merely a vessel for its’ art.  

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