disclaim me not
In mahogany nor pine,
but find me ashes
blowing in the Wind
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Splotch
ink
spilled
spoiled
splintered
splattered
searching for a page
where nothing may be Writ
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A Short Story
Do you smoke? she asked.
Weed?
Yes.
No.
What then?
Cigars. Premium cigars.
That might be a deal-breaker, she said.
What deal?
Aren’t you looking for a relationship?
Not deliberately, he replied.
You’re not looking for love? she asked.
Is everybody?
Everybody I know, she said.
Everybody you know is without it? He asked.
Do you like me?
I don’t have much to go on. Why did you ask if I smoked weed?
We were talking about smoking, she said. Would it be a deal-breaker if I like weed?
Are we trying to make a deal? he asked.
What do you think? she asked.
Not any more.
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Adrift
ADRIFT
Germinate them
hope proclaims.
Dreams
spew their steam.
Contrails
lulled, a wayward breeze,
Evanesce.
Make thine own regrets.
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