1/30 – Ketchup

In a hurry on the highway,
(and late, if I had it my way, wouldn’t be venturing at all,
answering a call for clarity,)
speed approaching “harrowing,”
down the pavement barrelling,
passing a pristine off-brown brand-new Nissan Maxima with vanity plates that read,
“666-S4T4N”.

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New Year’s Resolutions 2017

Last year I set down 10 resolutions, and I abided by 6.5 of them. Here’s my list for this new year. How many do we accomplish this year? I’m shooting for 10 for 10.

  1. Write every day.
  2. Quit smoking.
  3. Explore musical talent more.
  4. Learn a new skill.
  5. Make more money.
  6. Balance my checkbook.
  7. Meditate daily.
  8. Build a healthy relationship.
  9. Go to more LNT festivals.
  10. Go to Burning Man 2017.

Wish me luck. Hope to be and see you @)'(.

31 Short Stories in 31 Days: Day 2

The Challenge

It was in a forest in Greece that Travis found the god. Travis was on a school trip and had broken away from the group to explore the nearby woods while the rest of them went shopping. Travis could not tell you which god it was, merely that it was a god – the perfection of their form gave it away. The god was bathing below a waterfall. Always a bit sure of himself, Travis did not cower, engaged the deity.

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31 Short Stories in 31 Days 2016: 1

FARMaceuticals: Part 1

Sam grew lettuce, tomatoes, celery, garlic, onions, carrots, peppers, zucchini, strawberries, cantaloupe, and watermelon. It didn’t matter what he planted though as Sam would come to find out that he only grew psychotropic fruits and vegetables. This was not a purposeful act, Sam truly had a love of the outdoors and toiling in the earth, and had resolved to “never pay for a salad again,” only to discover that he could not eat anything that came out of his garden without tripping his face off.

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Overslaugh

Out of favor,
Vestigial heart palpatation,
Encouraging but
Renouncing,
Slow-dancing and
Laughing,
Absolution
Undeserved,
Granting transparency to
Haphazard replacement.

Gardener

Cutting through the soil,
Bent blades breaking dirt,
Opening up the earth,
Cracked and dry, brown,
Giving up the rocks,
The clay-like blackness beneath.

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Luna(r)

He never asked she change
Her coloration,
She was the moon and white and always would be,
Or her phases,
He knew she would wax and she’d wane, it was plain,
He didn’t even ask she be faithful,
Just that she’d
Always be
True.

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