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A Warmer Reality

Man in early forties tries to come to terms with his father's indisposition

---“It’s not him, is it, Jack? It’s just not him.” My mother’s despairing words were a mournful poem that reverberated inside my head whenever I visited the hospital. She was so right. The wizened shell inhabited by something totally alien was a parody of...

Poker

Help is sought in many different ways.

Cards held tightly to the chest.Bluffing is an art at best. Each contestant poker faced.Every action noticed, traced. Watched, scrutinized, weighed.Judgement most times mislaid. Humanity plays yet another card.Keeping players all on guard. Not wanting to...

I saw her do the dance of loss in rainAs streetlights gleamed above her hair of red Her eyes were glowing as she cried in painBecause she made mistakes and was misled. I saw her do the song of grief in gloomAs echoes of her mourning rang aloudHer tears co...

I am committed and determinedI wonder do slow and steady really do win the raceI hear my name being calledI see myself as a recipient of something greatI want to share my reward with the runners-upI am committed and determinedI pretend I am confidentI fee...

Maria's Chance To Celebrate

Whoever said girls like her never amounted to anything never met Maria...or her daughter Rose...

Maria would never amount to anything. Girls like her never did. It wasn’t like she really had any choices, that’s just the way things were and everybody with any sense knew it. To think otherwise would be mere folly. Girls in her part of town never amount...