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Avoiding the Itch
(Originally written April 1, 2024) I have two five-day-old tattoos. One in the ditch of my left elbow, the other near my left wrist. As of this afternoon, they have officially reached the itchy phase. The itchy phase is exactly what it sounds like, my tattoos have healed enough that the scabs are now beginning…
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Liturgy at the Cafe
How glad I am to share a Sunday communion with a latte and a dog in his winter coat. His soft brown fur and puppy dog eyes look up at me with a sweetness only dogs can muster. I politely introduce myself, compliment his good looks, and then say hello to his owner. That’s how…
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Once I Started a Poem with…
Once, while dancing the dance with some form of intoxication, I started a poem with: “I tasted God in a peach”. And, now, semi-sober, I find the whole idea quite bemusing. The implication of not only touching God but of tasting them too, as if they could possibly be something my measly tastebuds could fathom,…
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Daily Writing Prompt #3
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” — Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II Names are a funny thing—everyone’s got one. Most of us don’t even choose our own, yet we’re content with what we’ve been labelled. We even build entire personalities around…
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On Being Tired
Exhaustion is a hell of a feeling. One minute I’m resting quietly in bed, the next, my alarm is screaming in my ears, searching for a reprieve from its daily duty as an arbiter of restlessness. I woke up feeling exhausted today. And while the symptom is likely from me smoking too much pot last…
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