Wiped Out

 Chills, Puke, and Fever, 

Dehydration! We succumb;

The E.R. awaits...

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After work.

Pull into the drive,
Son shouts that Daddy is home:
I am a blessed Man! 

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Specter of the Spectrum.

 Specter of the Spectrum.

They mean well, they do.
But each enrollment request
stabs me in the heart. 

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 Practice Run

One step. Then the next.
Play list on. Cadence Breathing.
Until: 5K done.

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Nanowrimo

 Nanowrimo

I shall take the quest
and write a novel this month
for Nanowrimo

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Midlife Ponderance

 Midlife Ponderance

What could be the point of having a dream
when you have reached the middle years of life?
Half of your time has passed, and now it seems
you’re just waiting for the end to arrive,
like a wide-eyed deer caught in the headlights
of a Mack Truck going thirty over.
All pursuits now are a roll of the dice
where chances of success are much lower;
Yet I can’t give up these dreams that remain,
the ones that aren’t shattered to shards at my feet,
though success unlikely, I shall refrain
from giving up and admitting defeat.
Now charge forth with drive and hunger aching!
The point? It’s Purpose of my own making!

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