he was strung
as gossamer,
so light
upon a slight breeze
blowing
to and fro
barely holding on
to what,
at times,
he truly believed.
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- the razor cut
- back in time
- the water main
- at ninety two
- the traveling salesman
- remember
- the hot meal
- sorry, but your dna results are ready
- forty seams
- under the weather
- the light goes out
- frozen worms
- negotiation
- cold aging
- cup of joe
- from the same parents
- cigs
- the tunnel
- the stray dog
- nothing new
- what to keep
- dividing everything in two
- make a left at the light
- don't make me say it
- the outlet coat
- the insurance claims
- puppets
- relief
- the unseen
- work release
- the first time
- start again
- the work week
- reluctant pear
- get what you want
- something else
- amy's soup
- what good is it
- it's up to you
- the vines
- moon set nights
- the long ladders
- split life
- return to sender
- touch stones
- the first one's free
- another place to be
- the hair cut
- vive la difference
- the ball and chain days
- places beside home
- meant to be
- the downed tree
- lava lamp musings
- asleep
- we had words
- no where to run
- ships at sea
- maid visit
- truth be told.
- truth be told.
- judgemental
- nearly gone
- nearly gone
- needs
- needs
- carryout
- carryout
- boys in striped shirts
- boys in striped shirts
- are we there yet
- are we there yet
- no boundaries
- slow boat
- forget about it
- home cooking
- the high bid
- the get away
- stay home
- book ends
- the furnace
- mid century, like me
- the empty suitcase
- the rage within
- the rage within
- see you when you get home
- see you when you get home
- the student loan
- floss more
- green peas
- at seventy eight
- at seventy eight
- the news
- no worry
- the other world
- the other world
- the paper route
- one of a kind
- to the other side
- clean house
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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