with notes
littering the page
is mystery,
is silence to my
ears,
another language
that i can't speak.
this one
being hard enough,
ever changing
with each new word
invented for the day.
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- a note on my pillow
- in the garden of eden
- the financial advisor
- wet cement
- when you're down that low
- is this a long story?
- betty and veronica
- have you found everything you were looking for
- monkey business
- nothing's wrong, nothing
- what we remember
- i won't be there
- a handful of feathers
- hoping for the moon
- no need to say anything
- the factory worker
- no easy way to get there
- rainy days at the 5 and 10
- the round wooden table
- you should go sometime
- he was frugal, you might say
- out of the tub
- chicken wire
- the ant farm
- busy dying
- when the in laws would come for dinner
- knowing God's will
- where's my money?
- you close your eyes to rest
- give me a moment
- graduation day
- what time is it
- book world
- he was a good shark
- more stupid ideas
- the suggestion box
- it's going downhill
- the part time job
- the next time out
- in long hot afternoon
- on holy ground
- time for another great flood
- paper gold stars
- unconditional love
- where we land
- no longer compromising
- ten minutes at most
- leaving the emerald city
- beware of whistlers
- the hundred year road repair
- let's take another look
- why are they singing?
- they've got it better than us
- biblical heat
- French Bikini
- we need to have more fun
- can i get an amen?
- too good to be true
- i love the way they cook chicken here
- my financial advisor Rosa Lee
- the world in black and white
- the long walk at night
- down to nine percent
- the quick fire
- hand in the fire
- it wasn't always that way
- porcelain and plastic
- enjoying nature from a distance
- the vacancy sign
- call this guy
- dried flowers
- summer plums
- the click of heels coming up the stairs
- room with a new view
- how she breathes
- while reading charles simic
- there'll be days like this
- love and horseshoes
- good bones
- what goes on here?
- the summer of 63
- home for sale
- my fishmonger Bluto
- try it, Alexa says
- i gave her four stars
- as close as i can get
- the custard stand
- we praise the cool air
- the fear between us
- wet ink
- are you almost done?
- you get nothing
- missing old friends
- the sediment
- his dish was deviled eggs
- poetry foreplay
- wanting the same thing
- the fuller brush man
- walking on eggshells
- teenage shopping spree
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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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