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    When I Was Young

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    When I was young in solitary play in a field of marigolds under the heat of a springtime sun I suddenly felt her breath on my neck and saw the smile in her deep warm eyes and smelled rose in her long curls of hair and felt the press of her palm in my...

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    The Rubb Of It

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    When he lumbered into the empty clinic, he was an anxious middle-aged man with his brown hair slathered back and stuck to his head, dressed in slacks and olive- and wine-striped polo. He was average in height but stocky, and he carried a young bull terrier that lay limp in his arms. “I don’t...

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    Close Now, My Eyes

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    Close now, my eyes, from sun and scene and shape. Kiss not the sunset nor seascape nor linger on such eyes or lips or legs. Leave hunger to deep dreams when the daily work is done, when spring splashes field with flower, when debts are drenched and the storage bins are full. The sun...

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    Today Was

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    Today was sleeping in Lord of the Rings Rocky Rococo pizza achy legs and a bad back puppies whining waffles with syrup Bad Lip Reading Star Wars videos shopping mall rallying fast decision making Jimmy Johns sandwiches Emergen-C purchase puppy kisses money spending brothers gotta hug clean clothes wearing road trip chatting big band...

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    The Tinkerer

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    On the edge of town, near the fallow gulch, the tinkerer walked the row by night, a shadow amidst the moistness and moonbeams, seeking scrap and shard. His eyes strained to find the lost things, the broken items, the discarded debris, marred mementos from better days, from happier hearts, from livelier loves, from healthier...

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    Elmer and Lemmie

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    When Elmer Perch was seven, he and his good ole uncle with a dagger heart forearm tattoo went for a backcountry drive, and then a walk, and his Uncle Lemmie challenged him to a stick throwing contest. Uncle Lemmie was a giant man with a large beer belly, but when he was younger, Lemmie...

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    Holding On and Hanging In

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    Nobody likes to sit in a collapsing house. Or on a plummeting plane. Or over a bankrupted business. Or in a foxhole under fire. That’s why there is “practical thinking.” Good happens, but bad still happens too. You try to plan to alleviate or avoid the bad. But it still happens. Cars crash. Cancer...

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    Late Words

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    It is 11 and the words do not come, denied by drowse and doubt and indifference and fear, some too hot to hoist, the rest too dull to write, the sheet before me a vast white gulf, a deep white crevasse that swallows ideas whole. I can only describe their reticence, which is mine,...

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    The Practical Pulpit

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    One day he preached a sermon, and then the next he looked at his life, and he realized the only lecture he ever wanted to again offer needed to be spoken in the clarity of his actions, in the honesty of his transactions, in the gracefulness of his interactions, in the gentleness of his...

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    Coupon Code

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    “Welcome to Omni Space Adventures, where No Star is Too Far™. My name is Niall. How may I help you today?” His face warped and fuzzed on the view screen. “Yes- hello- are you real?” “Of course. Punch me, and I will bawl my eyes out.” “That is a strange thing to say.” “It...

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