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Tag: Understanding

The taste of Love

The work season is over and I have returned home. Outside my window the city churns with the same ragged beat it pulsed when last I was home. Sirens wail. […]

time zones

time has stopped it is 7:30 not my time hers the simple math makes her older the experience makes me younger what we feel makes us eternal

Hold on loosely

When I was just a child, a period of my life that lasted far longer than you might think and transitioned directly into the “old dude” (or “Wise Sage” as […]

Chipped paint

beside the chipped paint of this aged 
mansion a bird the 
size of...

Out of sight

There. Just beyond the dirty truck that pays my wages. Beyond the pump jack that draws the oil in homage to greed. Beyond the quarry I load rock from to […]