Take it slow and easy, if you wanna get along with me. A get-along is an easy glide that doesn’t put pressure inequitably on any part by not applying much…
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Committed to Memory
It is here now for a minute, that finger-drawn face on the steamed glass is yours, ars brevis, fading as the warmth evaporates the room. What aging takes away, aging…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Four
What puts the kick in the chicken, the magic in June? Does anybody sing “Elmer’s Tune” these days? Why would they? What makes me think about it now? Oh my…
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Ephemeral
pinkish colored clouds hover above dark mountain shapes a sliver of moon hugs venus surrounded by electric blue slowly darkening into black just another fading sunset above the Waianae mountains…
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Making sense(s) of rain
Some people can smell Rain coming Not you, nor I But when you said I can hear colors in the rain I didn’t ask What colors? Only thought What a…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Three
Out on the open road again, Miss Chevy rides smoothly enough at the moderate speed I’m driving her, and I’m well aware that moderation could win the day, assuming the…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Two
“Here you go, sweetheart, and plenty more where that came from.” Mardi curtsies as she hands me the chilled longneck. “And would the ‘here’ you reference mean here in Bryan…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-One
Mardi’s mom’s name is Rose. A long-standing family tradition has her dad selecting one yellow bloom from the bush he cultivates near the swimming pool and presenting it to her…
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A Brief Reign
Lizard on moss rock Surveys his realm at the fore Aft, hungry mynah
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The struggle is real
Sauce done and judged beyond further improvement (That’s actually really good), she turned her attention to the spaghetti. Reaching for the carton, she notes her left index finger is bare….