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  • TuesDay NewsDay Vol 3, Issue 7 – May 26, 2020

    TuesDay NewsDay Vol 3, Issue 7 – May 26, 2020 Dedication: This week’s edition of TuesDayNewsDay is dedicated to Amy Alexander and her family.  Here is her obituary and HERE. We said goodbye to Amy on Saturday after she passed on last Tuesday.  Last Tuesday, in lieu of a newsletter, Bruce and I did a…

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  • Grit and Moss

          At this moment, all that exists in my sights are the darkness of the night sky through the window, the golden light of a candle glimmering in my periphery and the glow of this computer screen.  Of late, I have read many stories by writers about their influences and writers whom they adore.…

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  • TuesDay NewsDay Vol. 3, Issue 1 – January 14th, 2020

    The room is filled with restaurant sounds; the cutlery is clicking on plates and bowls. Autumn Leaves is coming from the trombone, piano, upright bass and drums. How lovely. Dedication: Today is dedicated not to a person, but to the priceless concept of forgiveness. Without it, we remain cold and buried in our own asses.…

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  • Conundrum…

    Conundrum…

    I was just on the phone with my grandmother. She told me that my mother wants to donate a thousand dollars to my album fundraiser.  The only thing she wants in return is her own copy.  That was the last thing I expected to be thinking about tonight.  I told Maw Maw that I’d have…

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  • Everyone’s trying to find themselves these days; seems like the topic of the decade. Lovers masked behind the text on a screen, alcohol masking all emotions to be seen. Our game of tug-of-war between our projections and our shadows, we stand, stunned in silent stillness, wondering how deep the wound goes. We’ve forgotten the non-electric…

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  • Waxing Moon

    Waxing Moon

    Smile I see in the sky I mirror back every single time.   Never have I looked up and frowned or wished they’d take that incessant light down.   The stars dance all around, thousands of miles I sing along inside as they whisper by each with their own unique styles.   As the darkened…

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