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There have always been signs. Ever since there have been have and have nots, beggars, derelicts, people currently without housing, those in need have communicated with others of their ilk to eat, to get help, to protect themselves. A small pile of stones hidden meant shelter. A coarse cross scratched on a doorstep meant a
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Knowing you’d slip beyond the horizon,Still you cast your net for my silvery heartThat laughed at romance’s silly clichés.A spy in the house of loveFeet planted in the shifted sand, I was.How could you trick me with an unblemished shore?You held me under ceaseless wavesNaked I washed upon our shoals,Driven and tossed Find me Find
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“What can I get you today?” Bobby asked the man in the far left four top.“Just coffee with sugar.” His menu sat untouched in its chrome holder.“Right away, mister.” Bobby’s fake cheerfulness was more fake than cheerful. It was near eleven o’clock. The last hour of a four to midnight was always the weirdest in
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Tell me bout the childrenAre the girls okayLet little Lucy know I would sew her Spring Fling gown if I couldI wanted torosebud pink with Swiss dotsSpaghetti strapsNo don’t bring them hereI want them to remember Meemaw like I wasLike I’m supposed to beDon’t ask how I’m doin’ Did Bobby and Jack cover the hayFrom
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Dry leaves tickled the side of Paulina’s right cheek. Her mother calls her Lina but she likes it when Daddy called her Yo Pauly in a funny voice. Wishing she was warm on the sofa eating cereal, Paulina is chilly.Wet grass smell with a touch of iron rose around her. Confused Paulina tried to inhale.
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“Don’t be a little chickenshit, Ashton,” Jordie said.“Yeah man grow a pair,” Drew parroted. Drew waggled his eyebrows at Jordie in a way that he hoped she would find adorably sexy. Jordie wrinkled her pert nose.Aston threw a harder than necessary play punch to Drew’s shoulder. “Quit dick eating bro,” Aston said and left the
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Click, clack. Leaving Carmella’s in her wake, Dru clicked home to her fifth floor walk up on her weary heels. The night sky had begun to bleed dawn. This late in the evening turning to early morning meant the city was empty as a sarcophagus. She wished she had eaten. Dru walked more quickly. Ahmar
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“Enter.” Janx’ voice was terse as usual. Instantly I was a little boy asking for a second cookie instead of a grown man, a crown prince, a bridegroom. Even though our union was in name only, a year long symbolic marrying of our clans, I still felt I deserved more. More what I had no
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I want waffles.Golden buttery windowsDrizzles of maple syrupCheek and jowl, with sausage and eggsA saucy wink from peaches I want waffles.Melted morningsThe day’s sweetness dripsJostling with solitude and paperbacksFlirting with a nap I want wafflesTo savor over timeAnd time to savor overA morning set on a plateCurled on the sofaUnfurling my thoughtsWith my favorite mug
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A workplaceA dining roomStorage facilityAnd private libraryMy shuttle, my shelter, my solaceRide on though your front left is capriciously lowCoffee splashed blazons your dashBumper love taps, mementos of lessons learnedRide on Parking garages be your nemesesCrushed seltzers carpet your floorPhone holders will fail at the less opportune time Ride on Noble chariot Through thick and
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