The Walk Back
The Walk Back Roger sits hunched over his keyboard, typing furiously, in a mad staccato of plastic keys. He’s managed to…
The Walk Back Roger sits hunched over his keyboard, typing furiously, in a mad staccato of plastic keys. He’s managed to…
Overhead I take my evening walk around seven, and see the plane high above following its path to LAX. The engine is subtle…
Way Past Due “Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?” “I have an overdue item to return.” “Oh my. According to our…
No Critique Too Small My spiteful, antagonistic co-worker, mistress of the pipeline that scowls and gripes. A savage…
Learning Curve (Fibonacci) I once believed that to hear one’s lament is the most beautiful thing in the world, but I am …
Come To Tell Me Of A Change I lost an angel in last night's smoke clouds I lost my real name and took on an impo…
Defying The Odds In One’s Favor: A winsome cardsharp, ready to ante up, feeling that tingle that precedes th…
Against the Silence: Everything feels so dull. I can’t sit quietly. A silent prayer feels like vulnerability; I hear only …
I Breathe Anyway I built walls not to keep people out but to hold myself together. I learned to keep my voice stea…
Leaping Frogs Liken them to a series of leaping frogs. Those wanting events to be moving swiftly forward with no back…
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