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SATELLITE LOVES
I hear a gardener’s blower and the swoosh/pulse/clanging in my tinnitus ear. I am up early for me. Since the pandemic started, I sleep longer and later. Sometimes awaking at noon. Some days I am up at 7am. It seems the world has no order anymore. We are no longer slaves to clocks and calendars…
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DINNER WITH GLADYS
Gladys Purdue pads into her kitchen at the usual time, 7:15AM. She gazes out the window above her kitchen table while her herbal tea cools to a sippable temperature. Gladys avoids looking at the small calendar dangling from an old square head nail near her left temple. Her husband, Wallace, hammered that black nail straight…
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I SEE SAM
No quote has ever been more true to me. Writing is the only thing that has always come completely naturally to me. I remember when I was much too young to read, I would pretend that I was reading and move my lips convincingly while scanning the completely foreign letters on the pages of any…
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THE RHINESTONE NINJA
I was looking at nothing while my nails dried. My attention had glazed over to a dull hum after an hour of listening to a language not my own. I could only look at a TV screen, frozen with the image of a girl of indiscernible race wearing a yellow and white striped bikini, her…
LALANATIVE is a collection of writings by Franchon J. Whitby. (c) 2023