i'm out of ink.
paper too.
the printer screams to a halt.
stop.
no more.
quit hitting the print
button.
we give up, it says.
how much more?
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- a slight pause
- washing dishes
- an act of love
- life is good
- it's getting there
- not everything is said
- welcome the night
- for the good times
- Nine O'clock
- an old number
- i believed her
- not made for this
- limitations
- tomorrow
- hug the shore
- two week holiday
- the promise
- post card from fla.
- the printer
- before the snow
- last request
- family outing
- perusing
- is it tuesday?
- when we get there
- let cramp
- the ice cream melting
- the massage
- one more meal
- something new
- the neighborhood cult
- leaving the door open
- hardly time to sin anymore
- cheers
- we do the best we can
- the 25 dollar short story
- i remember everything
- honeymoon in mexico
- walking backwards
- finger in the wound
- we found something
- small store
- still here
- dog days
- do as we say
- hole in the cup
- the one star movie
- post card from LA
- a long time ago
- biding my time
- something new to write about
- monkey in a banana tree
- back from mars
- a kiss goodnight
- pink in the middle
- work and love
- lean into it
- short note to the shrink
- choosing to become
- forever stuck
- the passing storm
- it can go either way
- the tuna caserole
- the fortune teller
- the hamster cage
- giving birth
- laminated affirmations
- moon beam
- crazy town
- step back
- our addictions
- i be the man
- the new chair
- her new book of poems
- being like this
- the moving parts
- there is a snap
- the bed is an ocean.
- the lights are all green
- three jobs
- whose turn is it
- hearing voices
- a talk with the inner child
- the authentic self
- the only way out is through
- the old friends
- some to give away.
- surf's up
- the heavy box of us
- the spin cycle
- spice
- write me a poem
- the fresh wound
- bed time reading
- beneath the cloth
- the rest of life
- emotional gum
- wise guy
- say nothing
- spare change
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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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