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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, December 9, 2021
salt and pepper
i have nearly
fifty spices
in my cupboard.
quite an array
from
turmeric
to garlic, to
sage,
but i only use three
or four,
five at most if i can
ever find
the nutmeg, hidden
somewhere
in the corner.
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just needed a reason
tupperware
the very short holiday visit
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guys night out
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yellow peeps
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curfew....pfffft
when a war ends
kissing in the car
just say no
the holiday
the dry field
there is joy after all
peace on earth
another prince arrives
let it go
like a lion or lamb
laugh and listen
new friends and family
the morning after
hold it tight
prove me wrong
my thirst
a world apart
making preparations
adjustments
with desire gone
christmas morning
finding a small space
a giant hunk of red meat
should i do a ribbon too?
the ten benefits
bar hopping
not a big hugger
a day like that in winter
that Christmas spirit
i got you a cat
the office circa 1985
with arms above our heads
savor those days
it's a feather now
dear diary
hey, i've got eggnog here
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one more for the road
if you were here
i stir some more
why work anymore
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backing up the truck
the midas touch
it goes like this
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mistakenly
tell me less
rollover and play dead
waiting at the lodge
perfectly imperfect
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every time a bell rings
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just suck it up
how the words just came
what i don't do
cold coffee
the road taken
perhaps
all of your tomorrows
i catch you smiling
the feast
pleasing no one
out of chaos
the bent nail
his cousin Bernadette
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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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