Pinched Off the Block
For Susan Sue stands at her kitchen counter,cutting a piece of cheddarfrom the block she keeps there—not cold from the refrigerator,but soft beneath the knife,warm enough to releaseits sharp, familiar scent.She lifts it to her mouth,and before she can finish chewing,the kitchen fades.She is a little girl againin the early seventies,standing beside Mydaddyon the front…
A POEM A DAY 209
PEACEFUL REVERIE In the tender light of morning, I find myself on the porch swing, gently swaying to the rhythm of a new day. The air is crisp, carrying the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass, mingling with the faint aroma of blooming flowers. As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the canopy of trees,…
New Year’s Eve, 2025
By the final hours of 2025, the year feels less like a checklist and more like a conversation I didn’t quite finish. The resolutions I once announced with confidence now sit quietly in the corners of my mind—unmet goals, half-built habits, dreams postponed rather than abandoned. I didn’t become the version of myself I imagined…
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