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Hazard

A workman’s nail Rusting on concrete Thorns of poisonous weeds In a vase on the table A fish with teeth We never imagined Gloves folded In the bottom drawer   ________________ The Daily Post: Puncture Photo: Stanislav Stajer

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The Days after Orlando

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: I don’t think love is the answer. I think hate might be. I get the whole deal about turning the other cheek About hating the sin and not the sinner. But the politicians who are against universal background checks on all gun sales and who are against a ban on the manufacture and sale of assault weapons in the United States don’t deserve the parsing of their terrible actions?from their souls. What they deserve is our hatred. We are fools to treat this situation as an opportunity for political debate. The reason is this: On the one side you have politicians who are supposed…

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Chop

I’ve fallen out of love with my work. You know the de-cluttering mantra that says to rid yourself of anything that doesn’t give you joy? Well, my work, my paid work, might be on its way to Goodwill. I never saw it coming. Older friends tipped me off. We’d be hard charging arm in arm…

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Seven Years

I started Red’s Wrap seven years ago today. I’ve written very short poems and long essays. I’ve had a couple of missteps and some triumphs. A few pieces I wrote changed my life. I’m tougher as a person and a better writer than when I started. And I’m not afraid. Of being judged or failing.…

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Shelved

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: “When you want something, Mom, just ring the bell.” “Wouldn’t it be easier if I just called for you? Ringing a bell seems a little Downton Abbey to me.” “I don’t like being yelled at, remember, Mom? Remember when you used to read that poem to us?” Don’t yell at me! Don’t yell at me! I’ll crawl away and hide. I’ll detonate to smithereens or shrivel up inside. Feel free to thumb your nose at me, Or wiggle all your toes at me, Or even ring a bell at me, but please, please please, DON’T YELL AT ME! “I can’t believe you remember that…

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Justice of the Peace

I’ve had police at my door. I’ve watched squad cars pull up in front of our house and officers get out. It was never because they were selling raffle tickets for the Police Athletic League. It was something else, not the worst thing in the world although we always believed it would be the worst thing in the…

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Envy

I watched a video today, why I don’t know, that featured a big, burly guy sitting in his car talking to his toddler daughter who was sitting on the console. The sound was off so I didn’t get the details but I knew she was telling him about something sad. She burst into tears. He…

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Armed and Dangerous

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: I distrust male manicurists, thinking them as out of place as ballerinas branding cattle, except dancers would leave feathery marks on creatures’ backs while the nail men show no mercy with their files. __________ Photo: Adam Morse, Unsplash

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Minnie and BowWow Discuss Pants

BowWow: Did you know the lady has twelve fucking pairs of black pants? Minnie: How do you  know that? You can’t count. BowWow: I was watching her this morning. One hanger after the other, all over the fucking bed. If it wasn’t twelve, it was like ten or something. A lot. A lot of fucking…

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