Who’s knocking at the backdoor of my eyelids…….Its’ one forty-seven a.m.! Doesn’t that bird know it is one fifty-five in a dark morning.Hours before day break. I wrestle with my sheetsTo fall deeper into her foldsto silence the parade of words. –SB Joy © SB Joy

The club house is empty. The desperate voices silent in the jukebox. No clank from a cueball. My parts are on strike. Practicing social distancing, each has decided to stay  home and watch reruns – Leave It To Beaver, Father Knows Best, Road Runner, Gilligan’s Island, Julie Childs, the Galloping Gourmet, Mr. Ed, followed by …

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How is it I was terrified as a child and no one took notice? Mostly likely it was because those in charge of noticing were the monsters under the bed. They were the conundrum. Without them I would die, with them I may die. A child stuck in mid-air, weightless, unattached and discombobulated. What to …

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I have a hard time telling differences.Like the difference betweena crumb or a loaf. A feast or morsel.  I’ve fallen for the same trick since birth.A sleight of hand and a hopeful imagination itching to pull a loaf out of a crumb? You see, what’s obvious to you isn’t to me.I was taught a loaf for …

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