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See My World – 100 Words
How do I explain it so they understand?“Okay everyone, road trip.”Eight students packed in my SUV.They’re young. They can handle crunching together.“Look at the mountains. What do you see?”“Umm, trees.” I hear behind me.Laughter erupts.“Try harder,” I say undaunted.One answers, “muted wheat colors, except for the evergreens.”“Yes. Muted. Perfect. Calm right? Any other words?”“Consistent.”“Plain.”“Expected.”“Exactly,” I…
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Let’s Talk
You ignored my invitation,All…winter…long,My chair waited out in the snow.“Nana what do you expect?” Gracie asked me once.“I expect him to show up. Put his chair down across from mine and talk.”“But…”“Why does there have to be a but?” My argument was not with the sweet girl. You know that.“Nana,” she said. “Make the first…
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The Step After – A Short Poem
The moment after the plan collapses, Stars collide instead of shining, Feet slip from solid ground, Dance on rolling, ever changing, nothingness. Will breath show up on cold glass, a moist palette, evidence of life? Scrawl a message, but what to say? Who will read it backwards and understand? No parachute for the jumper, Only…
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5 Things I Saw Today – March 2022
1. Bread baking – I should say what I smelled instead of saw in March, because as beautiful as golden, loaves of bread baking in the oven are, it’s the smell that is unforgettable. I love making bread, of any kind. But I longed to make the kind of bread we used to get in…
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Lingering Habits of Love- A 100 Word Tale
Every morning that door is in my view; The iron gate rusted but reminiscent of glory days. I prefer to walk the other direction, Past 1214 with its smiling cement lions, welcoming, whimsical I smile back in spite of myself. But no, mornings would not be for that.It was to the park and green lawns…
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Sands of Time – A short poem
Sometimes it feels like we are two travelers, Set out across a barren wasteland, Dry, unforgiving, ground, a horizon in view but never reachable. Dragging ourselves along, connected by a flicker of life in you a flicker in me. Days passing like flashes of scenes from a movie playing too fast, Yet we trudge so…
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Clare Graith 