January 2025
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The Glossy Black Crow There’s this glossy black crow, sleek and sly, Squawking and strutting, a discordant tune, With feathers like night, he claims the sky, A feast he insists is his alone to consume. * Before a motley court he pleads his case— A squirrel, two pigeons, dog, and wise old cat— Their eyes
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I’m not sure I ever learned to live with the quiet—It just crept up,Made a home in me,Shaped the way I was seen. I never got used to the beatings—They just settled in,Dug into my soul,Found their spot,Made themselves a part of me. I know for sure I never got over you—The light you dragged
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google knows all about it, doesn’t it?how long I hover over articles aboutpeople like you. algorithms tracking mydesperation like a dog sniffing at scraps. 20 years married, another 10 datingall that time watching love dielike a plant nobody waterswhile my ex-wife turned our bed into a desert.I was crushed. yeah. I’ll admit it now.felt
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Fill in the blank- Seven days gone and the distance keeps growing. That bridge I talked about? Just words now. Asked you to stay put but you’re deaf to that too. Friday night. Everyone’s out getting hammered, celebrating their prison break from the work week. Me? I’m sitting here trying not to count the minutes
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I dreamed a freight train, runaway— its boxcars scrawled with names of places we had been, places we said we’d go, places we never reached, all crushed beneath the weight of time. The cars weren’t empty, no— there were passengers, a handful of them, faces blurred in the smoke, but I knew them all, I
BB Grey--musings 