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Wade's Jeremiad

Deja-Smooch.

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Deja-Smooch.

Missed Opportunities and Hidden Treasure.  Each morning as I leave my home and head off to work my mind huddles in the corner of my own little OCD room and I count to five. Eyeglasses, badge, wallet, cell phone, and car keys, each where they're supposed to be.  I kiss my wife goodbye as she cooks breakfast for my boys and I give each of them a hug.  When I was much younger I didn't count. I would reach my truck and realize that one of the articles were missing then I would turn around and go back in the...

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Leaves

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Leaves

  Leaves   A yearly dance amidst frost to sheathe. A changing season and fading leaves. I follow forward my heart and want, A trail of change and timeless taunt.   Watching solemn as they fade and fall, Upon the ground like memories all. Scattered bout lowly the lost and dying, Beautiful internment, breathless sighing.   Crisping sounds as they whisper together, Following suit pulled to, fro, and tethered. Cacophony shifts and twirling hustle, Within passing winds in fading tussle.   Say goodbye to yet another season, Looking forward to a springtime breeze in; When leaves freshly sprout and grow...

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Web Exclusive Preview: "Zombie Jr. High"

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Web Exclusive Preview: "Zombie Jr. High"

Coming soon: "Zombie Jr. High" Looking at the corpse lying face downward at his feet, black-grey hair tattered and stringy, thinning and patchy gave away the being’s previous life status, “…or lack thereof.”  Gil thought to Himself as he gathered data with his eyes.  “You were happily ever dead at one time my friend…”  He crinkled his nose and pressed the back of one hand to it, attempting to squish his nostrils closed while the stench rippling across his senses created a foul flood.  “…And in death, I would hope you had better hygiene.” His untied sneaker laces tangled with...

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Uh Oh... Someone is Feeling Poetic.

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Uh Oh... Someone is Feeling Poetic.

Traffic  I sit here, time to think clear, stuck in this traffic. Engine hums lowly, wheels move slowly, less than fantastic. Someone pulls in front of me, maybe they can't see, maybe they don’t care, they've blocked the road in front of me. This person signals, making intentions well known. But I want to go fast, and they want to go slow. Do they know they're encroaching on my bubble?  Miles of blackened road, yet they want a cuddle. We think the world moves at our speed, ready to adventure, serving our need. So I move over, that car wants...

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My Sleep Number.

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My Sleep Number.

Legitimate Blabbering? You've all seen the commercial for the fancy bed that adjusts to your particular comfort level so you can have a good nights sleep. A little push here, a little touch there, software driven hardcore “have it your way”, and before you know it your body is in perfect relaxation mode amongst the virtual gardens of Shangri La.  You drift off to sleep easily and happily, or that's how it's supposed to work. Now everyone's asking each other, “what is your sleep number?”  Well, my sleep number happens to be 30. I lay in bed and I look...

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