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  • Ephemera

    Were I a song I suspect I’d be hidden, Folded into the spine Of a book. Never sung. Vaguely remembered By the writer and his wife Who hummed it briefly, Then went about getting Dinner ready. Found Too late, notes faded On the paper remains.   But, really, I’m not written yet.  

  • Midnight Snack

    Kitten calls are the way to find out nature is in your living room. It wakes me at 2am every night. Bladder and cat food, like clockwork. Between popping the top off of the purina bin and glancing at my own nighttime reflection in the dining room mirror, I begin to wonder if I am…