Attitude Wins

If I measure progressby “used-to’s”illness and age win I used to play tennisspeed and muscleease of ambition This place, the nexus of how life has changed,teaches me appreciation Frost in my veinspermanent, warmthof memories aglow. (Image my own.Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)

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Beat Goes On

Big band galasSeaside dancehallsSwing dancingMen in uniformMemory-soakeddaydreams likeshots of adrenalinearthritic fingers tapto a distant tune. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)

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Child Remembers

Not yet double digits when the sting of rejection punctured my ego – “We can’t play with you,” peers gloated; “our mothers said.” What did I know of reasons or replies, just felt a part of me die. Still trying to win approval, heal my nine-year-old heart.

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Smoking Pit

Cigarette butts no longer linger concrete, but I swear the cloud of smoke lingers, the sweat of adolescent anxiety – the suffocating pressure to comply – Names escape, but I remember smugness and rivalry, and the spine-crawling fear of confrontation, and indisputable in my mind are the scars of being so alone. (Written for Twenty […]

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The Conjurer’s Demise

Bottles and books gathering possibilities applications considered optimistic intent Potions and words measuring and recording experimental diaries hopeful science – Tinctures and incantations ritualistic manipulations desperate contriving insanity lurking… Glass and paper mold and mildew dust covered discards a spider’s haven Empty and well-perused shelf-liners stacked memorabilia cluttering despair’s cupboard (Photo provided by Deb Whittam, […]

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Adrift

We sail, determined, and yet, the destination is not of our choosing, charted by memories and the inadequacy of words, language faltering in foreign depths. We are islands, formed out of convenience afraid to open our foundational hatch, face the illicit truth, unwilling to examine the precariousness of our plot, unable to pay the price, prefer […]

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Mental-pause

Where do the words go when they slip through the cracks of my mental filing cabinet? And where is recognition when they reappear no longer categorized or referenced – out of alphabetical order – not even an inkling of recall as if our acquaintance is akin to discovery? (The Daily Prompt is inkling.)

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Losing Language

hardwood… it rolls off my tongue stops in mid-air, mind halting Is that a real word? I stretch for familiarity, find none – I apologize quizzical expressions indicate my mistake – such a funny word, I fumble for explanation humiliation crowding How do you spell resile? my English teacher brain searches, comes up empty Do […]

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