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A Toast to Childhood

“Cheers, everyone!” Glasses raise in salute. “Clink glasses!” a child calls. Same granddaughter who clapped and “yay”ed following a somber hymn at my dad’s funeral. That’s how her performances are received. I smile and bend down toward her happy face. … Continue reading

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Insider

Your conspiratorial wink seeks my complicit nod. A pact, an inside joke among us privileged. What’s the punch line today? Racism? Xenophobia? Homophobia? Today the tacit agreement ends. I will look you in the eye – unflinchingly – and say, … Continue reading

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The Visit

“You’re early!” she complains. “Better early than late, right?” I smile. “Better early than never, I suppose.” I’m not so sure. Too late for never, though. “I’ll go,” I say. She scowls. “And come back when?” Never say never, I’m … Continue reading

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World Within Bivalves

For you, I would move heaven and earth. But where in the world would I put them? The world is your oyster. I shall place heaven and earth in an oyster. Universal themes, these. Pearls of wisdom. Heaven and earth … Continue reading

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Ship Shapes

To fit ships inside bottles is indeed very clever, but I would prefer that my bottles held rum. To ship boats in boxes – though no lofty endeavor – while sipping on rum could be fittingly fun. Moral: Drunk lips … Continue reading

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Picking Up the Pieces

Reluctantly I select one. Meaningless; set it down. Bored, I ponder others. These to the left; those up top. Angry, I’m seeing red. To the right with those. Puzzled, I look up. “It’s forming a picture.” “Yes,” smiles the therapist. … Continue reading

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that voice

Like an itch in my psyche, your insults taunt me. In truth, am I that abhorrent? Niggling accusations, crippling judgments, peripheral flashes of forgotten shame… That and more, you say. We’ve only scratched the surface. I really hate the sound … Continue reading

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