Tag Archives: Regret

I’m glad I talked to you…

I’m glad I talked to you. Today on the lake someone drowned, a tearful woman told me it was two people, taken too early.  Both from the same family. I’m glad I talked to you. A joy-filled day at the … Continue reading

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Slice

Life is told in slices, yet lived in whole. We choose the best to show the world, lucky you…lucky me. Life in total is filled with space, the space of boring life, intermixed with astounding beauty. The trick is pulling … Continue reading

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Chasing light

Cold stalks the night. The wind rends mournful cries from skeletal trees. The moon peeks through their tangled embrace. My breath leaves my body in ghostly vapor. The stars, cold white diamonds, stretch overhead. My eyes chase their light, faint … Continue reading

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A Full Measure

Somewhere in the bible it says we are all given a full measure of life, some would dispute that, people like me who’ve seen people receive less than a full share. But, nonetheless a full measure encompasses the four seasons … Continue reading

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Oblivion

The taste of straight vodka….sweet initially, then the burn, then warmness. Repeat. Sitting here feeling old and way too sober, I think about grandchildren. Not as if any of my boys are making any, or that they would even let … Continue reading

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I don’t like to sleep

I don’t like to sleep, I fight it like death. Because it is in a way it is death, death to the day. Sleeping is slipping out on a date, saying you’re going to the bathroom. Sleep is like leaving … Continue reading

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Exile from Philly (Part 1)

Readers Note: This story is a departure for me. I normally write things in the moment; memories, fantasies, real life events. All chronicling my thoughts and experiences as Mr Perfect, obsessive asshole, but I’ve always wanted to write about my … Continue reading

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