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What’s in a name
Have you ever anthropomorphized? Given a name To the inanimate, Or the inhuman? I believe we all Add a handle to things To explain our world, Make it our home We tell Fido he’s a good boy, Or thank Bessie for the milk. What about a car? What’s in a name? Does a Bucky drive…
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Frīġedæġ
Friday. I’ve started writing a story about a girl named Freyja, which feels perfectly appropriate for today. I love history. I love learning about other people’s history. It’s as though I can feel what someone else a world and a century away was feeling as they went about their normal lives. Friday is named after…
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Thursday’s thoughts
The weekly Thursday thought rolls around at five pm. Once again, I feel many years older than my age, confused why everything hurts and I’m so tired. And then I remember- I’m at the stage of life where a full day of the same kind of work drains me so much that by the time…
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Midweek musing
How did the week creep up so fast? Only two more days until another weekend and my to-do list has grown once again. The long weekend has gone and taken its usual toll, with fond memories and sleep deprivation all I have to show for it. Now I’m confused about where my time goes as…
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Draws close, the end
The scent lingers as I enter A hush over the room tells me I’m in a holy space I feel the weight of the air Silent and expectant Waiting For the moment when they shall usher Out an old friend I remember times when we spoke Good humour and wit And now I see eyes…
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Time to live
A long weekend of friends and family, Another celebration of life and living Each moment trapped in the crystalline gel Of time Strung together With beads of wonder Watching children play and grow Friends grow and change and become more dear Moments of life and living As time moves onward Carrying us all in its…
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Day at Calaway
A Sunday like no other, We packed up and hit the road Headed for the place Where the seats are sold By the ones and twos, Or in our case by five and ten, We got there nice and early, With some good old friends The kids were full of excitement The doors swung open…
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Thunderstorms
Friday rolled around again, raining down on the land with the fresh smell of dirt. I love the way A good thunderstorm rolls over all my senses Lightning so stark yet vibrant, Fire from the heavens Thunder as it rumbles, Playing drums in my heart The smell of life, Rich and peaty I can almost…
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Late night with my thoughts
Night falls late in my home, My body droops and I sigh So much running through my head As another day goes by I wonder if I forgot To cross my i’s and dot my t’s And wonder if I remembered To give enough thanks and please Another month is ending, Another week almost through…