Category Archives: Poetry

Ode to a pumpkin

Oh spherical friend, with your curley-que mop, Pleasant and chubby, from bottom to top. You harbinge the fall, and the holiday hearth. A time for rejoicing, warm wishes, and mirth. But your time with us passes, not long once begun. … Continue reading

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The preacher’s last son

I was reminded of it when I passed by.  Those days when she and I would walk for hours, sharing stories and dreaming of the possibilities of it all.  I remember saying there was a way out of this. It was … Continue reading

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the penniless preacher

Tapping a central digit, pausing, pushing time He cleared his throat and saw upon the gazes of the waited eyes An answer they begged, start it now His panoramic delay, but still the shadow eyes did not part Now, you … Continue reading

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old friend, but still

He bounded and echoed through our standing High energy, stretched youth… but he’ll settle down they said I worsened to his being, an appeal lost to me But he lingered toward, dropped his face to my lap Requiring not even the … Continue reading

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and then one day

have you ever seen the kite lose its upwind flow walked into the plate glass wall hit the first big drop but stood still in motion what you thought you knew all about and then one day

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Nico’s Pizzeria, 1:39PM

He proceeded with purpose, filled with what his high school teacher described once as consolation, and he remembered that well.  It was all as opposed to desolation, which instructs the heart to decline, to avoid. He bounded, though. She said … Continue reading

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An outpouring of lesser constraints

He caught her gleaming and altered glance, trying hard to look the part of a well cultured professional.  She thought she noticed something else there but suddenly dropped her position to the papers below. He had all day.  He could have waited … Continue reading

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Lukewarm and superficial

  I’ve had these thoughts rumbling around in my mind, like gathering gray clouds. I departed my first business trip of this new endeavor, headed toward my home, thinking about what I had just taken on.  My iPhone camera positioned. … Continue reading

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moments

Little Italy, though at a pace much faster than I had hoped. Reservations at 7, reservations at 7… with the ticking of my wristwatch sternly noting that we’d better hurry. They were full of intent and though the hour differed, … Continue reading

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the one-sided throw down

It was a throw down moment, at least from one corner.  She was a thousand miles distant and within, he with weapon loaded, cocked.  So be it from the turret, whereupon he peered.  She only carried on. As his finger … Continue reading

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The winter, terminal

pretentious, the mere mention outrageous my insistence the edges were intolerable moving us to an ill-fitting center where upon a thorny perch we remained until the winter, terminal Photo taken with a Fujifilm X100s and modified with Nik HDR Efex … Continue reading

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The Innocent

Dad? How does someone lose a library card? He asked me and his eyes told me he was not joking Which he does sometimes And my wife answered first by telling him That it could fall out of your wallet … Continue reading

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The Commute

The Commute By Rey Spadoni It occurred to me In a pipe that brings me from here to there on every day, five in a row, week to week to week And on the rails we stop and start the … Continue reading

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Bubbles for Anna

Bubbles for Anna By Rey Spadoni A pinkish weave for happier times and not of her choosing Draped across aged seeming knees and for reasons unwanted Wheeling forward not of her making, stopping for him to Steal a smoke away … Continue reading

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