Only Wednesday

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

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Faith Without Discretion

Take these humble hearts, those who trust, perchance, too much, the ones who now shelter themselves from the agony which lingers from trying; from hoping; from believing there could be more.   Heathens, yes, for lack of a more apt word but neither an infidel, nor a fool. Where trust is too much, there is […]

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A Stinging Silence

The radio no longer crackles as it used to do with the lightening, as it happens. Through the darkness a voice calls out, Pagliaro singing to the broken and the lame. Rain, rain, rain showers. The radio crackled in the night sharp-edged static then a stinging silence before the thunder, not but a few heartbeats. […]

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