January 2025
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I am a pillar of salt,frozen in place,looking back on a lifeI cannot retrace. Salt the ground beneath my feet,cast out for lack of taste,a barren void of withered seed,choked by ash and sinful waste. The heavens pour,mercy’s rain falls still—a gift for the righteousand sinners who will.Yet I dissolve, grain by grain,a quiet
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Good Morning Yesterday was a fiasco that ended with me eating lemon bread in bed. Crumbs are everywhere, a clothes trail from the front door through the living room, bathroom, and finally next to the bed—the order of disrobing exactly opposite of what one might expect. I had bought a pallet of concrete blocks,
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The pull… to push, With stenciled lettered tiles beneath these worn fingertips, Leads me back to you. As I recall, the night before, When you, my queen, Held court in a palace not our own, Yet made me feel at home. A banquet feast served, My eyes locked on, The beauty, Chalice cup,
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I smoked my first Parliament cigarette today. I’m not a smoker, but I’ve had maybe 40 cigarettes in my life. Second-hand smoke? I lived with a father who smoked two packs a day until I left for college. Google tells me I’ve smoked ‘20 pack-years’(a back year being 20 cigarettes) indirectly. Add my own, and
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“In the beginning was the Word,” and boy, was it capitalized like it knew it was important! This Word isn’t just any word; it’s a symbol, a stand-in for everything from your coffee mug to your existential dread. Imagine, if you will, this Word was there before the thing it represents even existed. Like, did
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Beep. “Hey, this is Fred. I’m probably out dodging asteroids or something, so leave your message after the beep.” Beep. “Yo, Fred, it’s me. Pick up, dude! Freeeeeddd, oohhh Freeeeeedieeee… Oh, come on, man! Alright, fine. It’s me, give me a shout when you get this. Catch you later, space cowboy.” Believe it or
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I just wanted to start writing, but the internet gods were clearly conspiring against me this morning. Here I am, almost 30 minutes later, after Windows decided to throw a tantrum with an update, and the Monarcha Bakery, home of my beloved café tres leches, declared me public enemy number one by blocking my login.
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The 2025 Presidential Inauguration: Where History Met Hope On a crisp January morning, coinciding with Martin Luther King Jr. Day, the nation assembled to witness the inauguration of its 47th President. The Capitol Rotunda, a symbol of America’s enduring democracy, hosted this historic event, its majestic dome overseeing a gathering that encapsulated the diversity, resilience,
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Okay, haven’t we seen this movie before? It’s the one where Rocky goes up against that big Russian dude. But this time, we’ve got Jackie Chan squaring off with Rocky, which, honestly, might be a decent fight. I’d pay Netflix to host this one – it’s got to be better than their last debacle with
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Morning usually brings hope, so I continue to wake up earlier and earlier. Night has the greatest despair, so I toy with the balance at 3:30 AM. I have always sprung to wake at this time, even when I was married with “kids nestled upstairs in their beds.” Now that the kids are gone, the
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