Category: storypoems

  • Attributes

    Attributes

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    Todd
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    She was a woman of incomplete mind. She formed her thoughts then her words with deliberate care. The skill of communicating with a precise formula of letters and sounds did not come easy. By the age of thirty-six she had turned this detriment into an attribute and had become a talk show host married to…

  • Dementia

    Dementia

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    Todd
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    What he wanted most was to save lives but in the end he could not even save his own. People arrived with their tattered minds and troubled dreams and he gave them hope. Inspiration found in stories, age-old remedies designed to repair the damage over time. Compassionately he cried, unable to maintain a professional distance.…

  • Circus

    Circus

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    Todd
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    We are not living in a circus. You are not the clown, nor am I the juggler. Agreed, you make me laugh – hysterically – and I amuse you with my high wire stunts. But we are not professionals. If we were, you wouldn’t have left me crying midway through the act. And I wouldn’t…

  • Changed

    Changed

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    Todd
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    Autumn leaves had flamed into colors when she changed into a squirrel. She skittered up a tree and chattered at birds. Racing along a power line she swished her tail for balance. Clouds, white as rabbits, chased her from above. She escaped from the rain inside a treehouse. She made a nest out of her…

  • History

    History

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    Todd
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    Spitballs hit the blackboard just inches from his head. He whirled around to face his classroom, too late to catch anyone in this mutinous act. It irked him to know he lacked the respect of his students. They made no effort to hide their mirth. Two nights ago he had been held up at gunpoint, robbed…

  • Essence

    Essence

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    Todd
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    She was searching for the essence of her self. In the books she read. In the people she met. The men she loved. The work she created. She wanted the stories to be real. Each mind to be interesting. The effort to be worthwhile. The trust to be reciprocal. Yet she revealed herself too soon.…

  • Fatal

    Fatal

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    Todd
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    There is something fatal about you, like a Napoleon or a Hitler. The way you enter smiling at your admirers as they swarm around your hypnotic light. The way you spread your lies like baited hooks. The way you make love as though you were making war, dragging the blood of your conquests across bed sheets.…

  • Visionbird

    Visionbird

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    Todd
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    little vision bird blue dot balanced on a branch peeping through an adopted body feathered leaf green. no worries at the moment and the moment is what matters basic physics relative to a worm. spontaneous with what is known best and easy to understand a soliloquy simple in its wisdom chirping words into music. eyes…

  • Amour

    Amour

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    Todd
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    Beside a fire on the beach, under a sky breaking into colors, we felt and heard the pounding heartbeat of our ancient home. Was it fantasy, this ocean within us, bound by voluptuous skin, as deep and unfathomable as our desires? Searching for answers, we explored the catacombs that hid our dreams. In the depth of…

  • Lucky

    Lucky

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    Todd
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    Lucky was his nickname. Like the scar on his jaw, both were given to him at the age of seven by his older brother who pushed him out their bedroom window. The three story fall was broken by the extended arm of an oak tree on which he bounced before landing in a bed of…