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The End.
Well, here we are. It has been nearly ten months since my latest post, and that is because in that time my family and I were packing up our house, selling it and moving across country. It’s been about eight months since we’ve moved to our new hometown in Illinois. It was very hard for […]
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April 13, 2020
Reductionists want to reduce our actions down to one reason. They want to sell the idea that you walk funny because of your dinner. But our actions, our habits, have a whole world of reasons, a whole history of them. Landscapers trim the grass border, while father and son are walking to the bus stop. […]
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All the things a smile could say
All the things a smile could say could also be said with the eyes. i’ve heard people say that they try toreplace their smilewith a hand gesture, but that turns out to be an awkwardunderstanding, one which only the person performing the gesture actually understands. Most say they use words to replace a smile. Though, words […]
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morning fuzz
While everyone is pushing and pushing back the morning fuzz of autumn, grasses bloom in place. Children holding parent’s hands walking to the bus stop Magnolia petals drop to the street.
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Virus Dreaming
I woke up writing a poem. It might have been a continuation of my dreaming, though, because I had taken out a newspaper advert to write a short two column by six inch persona poem for the Virus. If the Virus had a voice, what accent would I give it? Suddenly a locomotive of a […]
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In the Frog Pond
In the frog pond Accordions collapsing Behind the church In a backyard Someone Tapping out The cashed pipe
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I Looked Up and Saw My Bandwidth Swallowed by a Black Hole
I admit when word got out that companies were sending employees home, to work from home, I was pretty jealous. While most of the world seems to be testing the technology— stretching the limits of communication, stretching my bandwidth thinner and thinner. That’s what it comes down to with technology, though, levels of communication. I […]
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In the Neighborhoods
Driving through this ghost town, no lights on in the windows. No Delivery trucks on the streets. A pair of homeless walk their bikes With packs and gear slung over shoulder, on handlebars, packs slouching over seats. I woke up this morning thinking about how I’ve always considered myself On the outside looking in. Which […]
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Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 