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Between Vampires and Snow

Judging by the weather, you’d think we’d gone from Halloween to Christmas in the course of a week. Me? I’m getting used to shoveling the front steps as our jack-o-lanterns get buried, but am really hoping to see grass at … Continue reading

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Juj the Running Mantra

I’ve never claimed or even wanted to be a worthy poet. But you have to do something with the brain while you jog through a humid evening. Thus: Seneca smells like meat and I’m beggin’ the sky to bleed rain … Continue reading

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Summer Cold

Summer Cold, we are not amused. Rattling throat, tissues used. Ricola wrappings liter the table, and to run my lungs are just not able. Take yourself to a colder season – lingering in heat lies beyond reason. We’ll meet again … Continue reading

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That Old, Familiar Blur

Sometimes good poems just occur, but rarely to me. Nothing astounding here, but it happened: * My eyes settle in to that old, familiar blur. Running without lenses, willing my ankle to be sure. Feeling naked in the sunlight, shoulders … Continue reading

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Numbered in the 300 Millions

Have you even been convinced that you’re going to be a statistic? One little bump on the head, and you’re most certainly experiencing intracranial bleeding. A tired day and you have a rare form of cancer.

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