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Must have been

Must have been about third grade when I first believed I could massage Genie make her breathe. I imagined, often dreamed she could fulfill secrets and wishes hidden in a Maxwell House can still. Must have been about sixth grade or so I started singing like Elvis playing my Gene Autry guitar not truly understanding “Don’t Be Cruel” but the…

I stopped

was a Saturday stared at life said explain to me why do you surround my heart with such beauty love. Life replied because you see me with your heart not eyes.


eye fixed staring at the blank paper thoughts being transferred from the gray side  hoping shaving my head was worth the effort a choice I made in haste for retrieving words out of a blender is costly when I add up a dictionary, electric and time. eye views history of old life as it opens, folds still I am searching…