Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
Upon reading the work of a great writer
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Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
Category Archives: regret
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Respects
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
At 22
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Mike’s death
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Two hours of sleep
Eyes red focus shot
totally worthless but I
still need that paycheck.
Selling out
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
Up all night
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
Mommy friendships
If all we have in
common is our kids, that’s not
an enduring match.
Welcome 2013
If you suffer from
triskaidekaphobia,
good luck. You’ll need it.
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