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Signs of Spring
“Dog Shit,” the grizzled man said, turning into the stiff March breeze. He cupped around the flailing blue flame of his zippo, lighting his cigarette.I jammed my hands wrist deep into my pockets, hoping he wasn’t talking to me, but there wasn’t anyone one else at the bus stop. Well, no one I could see. “Excuse me?” “Dog shit,” he repeated, a thick plume of smoke spiraling out behind him. “My daddy used to always say, soon as the snow melts, first thing to show up’s dog shit. Screw robins, they’re like number three, maybe four, depending on your preference.” He smiled at me as he brought the c...
Dusk before dawn
I bolt to my couch,popcorn dish before me ,remote control in hand ,legs perched on the arm rest,a silent prayer and I switch the television to channel 203,News channel where our President is about to make his speech.He walks slowly to the podium ,his right arm hovering above the national flag perched on top of his suit jacket pocket as if trying to gather strength from it's meaningful colors call it intuition or madness but after almost a year spent in lock down and millions of lives lost one was bound to expect the worst.He glanced the cameras nervously and took his seat,wiping invisible swea...
jean jacket
jean jacket. plaid hat. boots and more jeans. every day--every single, conceivable, waking day--i see a man dressed from top towww.onedoor.cc bottom in jeans and plaid. he stands on a corner, and it's right across from me. glance through my office's window and you'll catch this man starring in the lead role. he'll stand on this corner--mcdonalds behind him, walgreens to the side, and a money lending service on the other. he'll stand here and stare, watching.always in the jean jacket. always with the plaid hat. always in boots, in jeans, in transfixion of me, staring straight at me, locking eyes with me, tel...
To Kill Or Not
Revenge – the action of hurting or harming someone in return for an injury or wrong suffered at their handsRevenge at its finest is meant to be pure. It’s meant to be something beautiful and peaceful. Revenge is the act of you undoing something that has been done. It’s the act of you finding closure and finally coming to peace with terms. Revenge was never meant to be this boastful thing of getting an upper hand on someone. It was merely you finding peace with the situation. Truth be told how can I just let a murderer go unpunished? when everything in my existence arches because of him. I need...