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Rob’s dry spell was quickly turning into a dust bowl drought. It had been so long since he scored that he was seriously considering online dating. He had already mentally outlined his bio, highlighting his strengths, glossing over any weaknesses. His college lacrosse pic was close enough. That was until poker night when he walked … Continue reading Fresh produce

Gloaming

A golden hour, 'twixt day and night Gloaming, glowing, glistening, Gold and amber, jewels for the taking Blinding light, shadows softening Fracturing shards, shattering the firmament Within a breath, death and life A golden hour, 'twixt day and night Dropping the veil, drawing the shade In that magic moment, the angels take flight

Fleeting

As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.