Category: life
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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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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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Filling Space
Down an auxiliary street in the industrial park cars and RVs line the curb By afternoon parking enforcement brings a a tow to clear out those that are being used to sleep in. Those being used to live a life, to cook over dying flames. Next morning the empty spaces are already being filled in…
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Always a Watcher
Standing in line for Santa. . . Choruses of Santa can hear you ribbon to the edge and the passerby looks over shoulder hurriedly on his way.
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Hope Pervades
Hope pervades in all things. There is hope that things will work out the way we want, hope that things will be different. There is hope in the satiating of addiction and hope that the cravings will end. Sometime overnight a black van parked on the side of the road outside of work. With the…
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I only write when I’m hungry
I only want to write on an empty stomach, so to feel the urgency of hunger. I will sit with only five minutes left on the clock and write ceaselessly to see what it is that’s important to me. To know the pains clearly. To feel the heart beating.
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Sunday Morning Reverie
I woke up this morning to a wrinkled face in the sheets staring back at me, mouth open in sleep. I thought maybe it is the sheets memory of you, and this its performing art.Or is it my performing art and the sheet my stage? I like the way you look when you’re sleeping, because…
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Because Art
We had a family art night where we tried out an acrylic pour technique and these are the results.
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 