yoU aRe…

This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere else to turn to. The people who have three figures or less in their savings account, much less checking. The people who see more light…

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The Sophisticate Hick

My right knee caps been hurtin all duh time now,and I’ve had a sore throat fer almost two months.Sum days, I have trouble jus gittin off duh floor.I have tuh roll round like an upside down bug.I have tuh crawl on dem knuckles o’ mine.I have tuh make dem old man sounds.I wanna git my…

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The Last Time

I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to forget her or her me, but I know I will fail so what am I to do except breathe and curse the air that continues…

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Dear Diary,

Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body between the world and the unwashed sheets of the paper bed that I call my journal? Is this where I can sincerely share my thoughts…

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Was It A Dream?

In a reality that seemed like a dream, I hit the snooze button on the alarm and drifted away for a couple more hour long minutes. In a dream that seemed like a reality, I set the alarm, laid my head on my pillow, and transported to a place that had missed my absence. Don’t…

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i feel like…

Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we’re being honest. It’s ‘its’ fault for the way I feel. I feel like a shy stray dog that has been twice abandoned on the side of the road, hungry, visible rib cage, tired,…

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She Was, He Was

She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the glowing, high noon orb. The light kissed her body like the reflective wrapper on a fresh piece of hand crafted chocolate. When you unwrap it,…

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i care…

I say, “I care”, but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of us been pushed to the brink of exhaustion that we say this phrase just so the other person will reveal their story, vent, then shut…

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Questions? or Answers!

What am I doing here? Seriously! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Seriously! What are you doing here? Has my life led me to being a so-called, quote on quote, writer so all my hard fought words can sit on a page and wither away with other people’s writings? An endless…

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1 Missed Call

Hello, you! I’m sorry I missed your call and you missed mine. Long time no talk! *my mind runs rampant* How long has it really been, I think. No time to ponder on that at the moment. I miss you! I really, really do. My ego has not yet consumed me to the point that…

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Little Whisper

My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my tired ear, while frozen I stand in place, I take my hand and erase a wet capsulated tear into its endless sea. My yesterdays beckon,…

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Why Ask Why?

My second born son – where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a weekly check up because the…

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nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE

I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for other items, all unavailable because, hell if I know! I left because it was too exhausting. And depressing. And I think I heard a girl…

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I Reflect Me

(I looking at looking me) I pull at me's skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, why I would do that to we. *the mark on my soul slowly disappears* Me looks at I standing outside our reflective shell and shakes…

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But, Still!

The first person to shave away all their pubic hair - what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the tele, stare at the sunrise through their blinds, eat a bowl of cereal, and say to themselves, hey, I want to get rid of the…

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Miss. Behave Ing

Hearing the scratching (We are the floor we feel,) of finger nailing the backing, (our unfrozen terrain remains unfrayed) while smelling the necking (as we explore the sacred friction of now.) and rubbing the skinning. Listening to the whispering (We slay the nights unseen) of lipping the lobing, (into tiny slices of salty slumber,) while…

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The Second Hand

There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to…

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One Year Blog-iversary

Interviewer : Hello Vernon. It’s nice to have you with us today. Thank you for being here. Vernon : Glad to be here. Honored, honestly. Interviewer : So, you have neared your one year anniversary of blogging. Tell us how this journey began for you. Vernon : I can remember it like it was yesterday.…

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Cattywampus

I find it suspect that, in this moment of infinity, in this moment of lollygag, out of all the things you could be reading, out of all the things you could be doing, out of all the things you could fill your void with, this is your eye's engagement. I'm smiling right now, in a…

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O’ Christmas Tree

I visited a Christmas tree farm to survey the goods and see if they had my coveted place holder for the upcoming holiday season. The sky was overcast and gray. The sun tried to peak through the clouds, but they would not allow it. The weather was brisk, cold, and one could see their breath…

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Thankful For What?

As Thanksgiving week dawns upon us, I think back over the past several months. I have seen things and people around me go from being oblivious, to being scared, to being quarantined, to being put on lockdown, to being full of rage, to being opened up in stages, to operating at some type of face-masked…

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These Three Words

She shivers and delivers misty breaths as she cries and tears ride down her cheeks, onto her chest. He stammers and hammers his fists into the ground with bloody sounds as he thinks over his mistakes. They dream and seem to be okay on the outside when their insides are wilting away silently incomplete. A…

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Make a Night Out

This past weekend. What can I say. Really! Friday night, I was lounging on the sofa in my boxers, browsing through my latest dating app. Swipe left for this response. Swipe right for that effect. Instant message these ladies and see what they are about. Video chat with them if they consent. Feel free to…

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happenstance

: something that happens because of certain circumstances, although it was not planned by anyone. Out of anything that you could be doing right now, out of anything that you could be reading, out of all the things you could be double tapping and liking, you are here with me. You are reading the words…

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Southern Shadows Gothic

Finally, the sunrise. The light awakens me. It permeates the cracks of the blinds. It stabs my blackout curtains with prison shanks. I hear the neighbor's rooster. The birds begin to squawk outside my window. The cardinals peck the fallen holly bush seeds. The morning doves perch the ground around my feeders. Cars zoom by…

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Dear Future Self,

Hey! You! One day you are going to need to read this. You are going to need to hear it from yourself. One day you are going to be at your breaking point. At a point when you look around and you feel lost. Familiar is not going to feel so familiar, and home is…

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Want to go to my Room?

Do you remember being young and playing in your room? It was your end zone touchdown. It was one place where you were invisible to the fiery darts of the world. It was your suit of armor. It was your safety net in case you fell and scrapped your knee. It was the one place…

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What Color is a Soul?

This world will lead you to believe that because you are white, you are the privileged, racist enemy. If you are black then you are a criminal who is still in bondage. If you are Hispanic then you are an illegal immigrant and must be deported immediately instead of being given an American chance. Some…

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mr. and mrs. jAck wiSe Smart

People have said that my blog posts are so long and drawn out that they doubt I could ever write three sentences or less and still be entertaining and effective. For those people, comic strips are printed in the newspaper every Sunday. Three sentences or less : ☑️ Catchy title : ☑️ Accurate picture :…

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Am i An astronaut?

I look around at my surroundings, but what is it that I truly see? Faces wearing masks? Ear loop covered sadness? At least we can pretend behind our disguises. I could be wrong. There could be lips turned upward in a smile? How would I know? Do I even care anymore? Do I hide it…

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*silence*

“How can you just stand there and ignore what is happening between us? You don’t know what I’ve been going through!” I shout at her. “You, you, you, how could you do this to me?” Numerous cars drive by on the city streets. A commercial plane passes overhead. She stands in front of me. She…

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INfatUatiON

It slowly eats at you. Consumes you. Like arctic water caressing a glacier. Like a piece of magma being gargled in the throat of a volcano. Like a thirsty dog lapping a water puddle. You feel it deep down inside. It cools your core. It burns your skin. It may not always be ablaze. This…

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The Fact of Fiction

How cozy do writers, much less anyone who dabbles in photography, music, or art, have it in today’s world as compared to one thousand years ago? One hundred years ago? Fifty years ago? This thought tickled my brain because I cannot imagine having to write a fictional novel by hand. I marvel at the authors…

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You Are Your Limit

It’s easy to get discouraged in today’s world. It’s easy to beat yourself up and think that you are the only fish being shot at in the barrel. This year has not been easy for a majority of us. Some of us have been pushed to our breaking point and still refuse to give in…

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She’s Far From Typical

We met there, again, the other night. She made eye contact with me and bit her lip. Standard first steps of seduction, I think, but if she did not do it then I would have complained. She combed her hands through her hair, ran them over her chest, and dangled them at her hips. Her…

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Here, Take a Hit!

As soon as you read the headline, I’m sure your mind instantly went to scenes from television or real life where someone is pinching a joint and trying to pass it off to someone else without burning their fingertips off. Other minds will be thinking of someone hovering over a hard or reflective surface, woodpeckering…

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CaN i CaLL yOu ToNighT?

If I called you out of the blue tonight, what would we talk about? Would you sit down to a glass of wine, water, or chocolate milk? Would you turn the t.v. off and turn the radio on? Would you step outside during our chatter and smoke a cigarette? Would you change from your daytime…

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This Is Where It Began

Life as a writer starts with a blank page. I let my fingers rattle the top of the computer keys without actually hitting them. I close my eyes and disappear for a minute or two. I have to ask myself the following questions before me and you embark on our journey together: Where do we…

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Where Do You Want to Go?

Can you imagine what the first person to land on the moon thought as he viewed the Earth from afar (not knowing if anyone has “actually” been there yet or if they’ve already established suburbs, mini malls, and a couple of McDonalds’ there). Where we have been is important and should never be discounted, but…

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Soliloquy

I sit down at my laptop and outline my thoughts as I battle the voice inside my head: I started my blog with Introductions First back in December of 2019 and said that 2020 was the year that I was going to put everything on cruise control. I look at my keyboard and find myself…

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Living Cliches

Are there any cliches that have been spoken directly to you and you’d like to find the originator and punch them directly in their left canine? Have you ever seriously thought about cliches or idioms or blindly repeated the phrases because you have been conditioned to use them as a witty go to when in…

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Shifting Sands

The past week had ups and downs, and I’m trying to think on where I need to begin this post as we all leave our footprints behind for the incoming tide. Paradigms are shifting. Some ideas and issues are being conveyed and accepted effectively while others are just a mere spiral into borderless insanity. A…

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Drowning Skylight

In my previous blog post, I Rigged the Election, I told the reader that I was going to briefly discuss the second fictional novel I completed back in 2008. It also happens to be part one of a time traveling trilogy if a future publisher decides for it to be. The Drowning Skylight query goes…

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I Rigged the Election

When I was a senior in high school, the time came to hold class elections for the offices of President, Vice President, and Secretary slash Treasurer. There were no secret ballot boxes or us having to deliver open ended promises through platform preaching. The ones interested in running for office did not have to go…

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End’s Beginning

I told myself this past weekend that I was going to take the week off. I had it made up in my mind that I was not going to fill the WordPress void with another countless blog post. It’s not that I do not want to write. It’s not that I do not have any…

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You Broke My Heart

Have you ever taken a stroll or hike through a park or state reserve and seen etchings like these carved into various structures at beautiful overlooks? I’m sure Mother Nature appreciates these whimsical, bladed tattoos, especially considering that ninety-nine percent of them are given by the hands of sub par artists. My mind then travels…

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Putting the Dog to Sleep

This post has me reflecting on the first time I had to put a dog to sleep due to debilitating health issues. I have discovered that the best way for me to honor something or someone is by using my gift and putting into words what that specific object, person, pet, or memory meant to…

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Rustic Roots

Everyone has someone they came from. Everyone has had something that affected them one way or another. Everyone has someplace they have planted their roots and currently call home. Everyone has someway to remember the days of their youth, even if some of those memories require scratching a scar or two. My father wanted to…

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