Monthly Archives: November 2015

Word Weapons

When you don’t like what you hear you attack me, not the idea. I’m emotional, irritable, easily frustrated, and uncommunicative. But I know that I communicate just fine. When you don’t understand you blame me, not ignorance. You claim to … Continue reading

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Without

The silence deafens and dims my view, but it does not feel strange. A single button lies upon the floor with nothing to remind the coat of what is lost, unless you count the four holes in the fabric and … Continue reading

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Sick

Grating, rasping, sandpaper throat means I would give anything for cold liquid to soothe it. But the moment juice or water or even bits of ice touch my lips they become superheated and scald when I swallow. I try to … Continue reading

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Done

Stick a fork in. I have been steeped in your juices of bureaucratic nothingness, time-consuming busyness business, and games. How did we go from kick the can to point the finger? It tires me beyond reason to shoulder the world … Continue reading

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Meeting Minutes

From the horse’s mouth … the gift or no? the mouths of babes Parrotting jargon Redundancy Buzzwords Repetition w/out analysis comprehension sublimation Is this beuraucracy? Is this comprehensible? Is this the way forward? More work with less overtime worked Have … Continue reading

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Family

One word to sum up a lifetime of love, frustration, and the most complex emotions known to man. The greatest source of responsibility, even when you find their actions reprehensible, wrong, or distressing. You still have these chains hanging about … Continue reading

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Attack of the Weekend

It’s normal for the weekend to attack. Too many responsibilities cause the weekend to lumber up from its sleeping morass, open its gargantuan jaws and swallow people whole. Friends, family, work and even the ubiquitous tasks of laundry and cleaning … Continue reading

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Stone

There are times I wish I was stone. Hard rock as skin and a core that is so insulated, it can feel nothing. But is that true? When I place my hand upon such surfaces, I can feel the chill, … Continue reading

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Oatmeal, the unsung hero

A creature of habit, I start every day at work, in my office, the very same way. Before it is light, before people arrive, to the coffee machine I go, rubbing bleary tired eyes. The first I obtain is not … Continue reading

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Telephone

There is a game that many children play. I think it has a hundred different names,but when I was a child, we called it telephone. I think it was introduced to us as “telephone operator” but I grew up in … Continue reading

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Dreaming

I don’t just dream in color, I dream in sensations and memories. The smell of a house I visited 25 years ago, as a child, can arrive without warning in a dream where I run through a field. I can … Continue reading

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Customer Service Needed

I have angular cheilitis. It’s embarrassing, but not really all that noticeable or irritating, EXCEPT when I go to the dentist. I looked up the information and this particular (even mild) condition is often a result of low iron, or … Continue reading

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Assumption

My voice is heard from your assumptions. When you tell me I’m negative, I don’t feel it. I don’t hear it. You think I am childish, emotional, unprofessional. And I’ve discovered, around you, I am. Somehow, my calm, my cool, … Continue reading

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Hold Still

“It hurts a little,” she whimpered with a voice holding more tears between uneven breaths than showed in the glassy grey brightness of pain-haunted eyes. “Just hold still,” he said, “And it won’t hurt much.” A promise he tried to … Continue reading

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Truth

The truth is not so politically correct as integrity. Hard, cold, like a school chair with no cushioning and metal rivets with which to snag hair and delicate clothing, it grabs onto you without feeling or apology. Even if you … Continue reading

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The Space Between

There, in the place in between, I look for you. I compress myself as small as I can, feeling bloated and huge. But I know that is right because I could never be too small when I try to wedge … Continue reading

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Behind the Glass

Words like destiny and fate elude me. I’ve no right to their gold-leafed visions of crystal and tinkling tones. Felt and plaid and mediocrity as comfortable as a worn pair of slippers in the armchair that squeaks and smells vaguely … Continue reading

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Love for the Ages

The years pass by punctuated by brief moments of light and lingering losses. Pieces of me pulled apart; petals prey to autumn’s cool winds. And just as I wonder how I can go on, I feel your arm around my … Continue reading

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