Meaning Comes With Age

   Summer doesn’t speak; it whispers a conscious melody to high-heeled fashionistas with open toes, sunburnt brats with runny noses, and old men who know evening air is sweeter when dusk has had its way.     Humidity. Sweat of the glass,                               […]

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Any Given Day

You begin to understand, at a certain age, it is not about understanding everything. It doesn’t make sense, any more, any less, but becomes easier to understand or accept. Nevertheless, in this realm of limited-time offers and best-before dates, coming of age seems right. Come what may, give or take, to trial and error, it […]

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Only Wednesday (again)

Wednesday sits naked          and ordinary            waiting between the bookends of a social Saturday and restive Sunday. The day is         little more than a cluster of hours or a step on the  treadmill. Indecisive and       lonely nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing happens            on a Wednesday and it’s the same each week. […]

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