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Not Well

Simmering blood burbles beneath the thin skin of my forehead. Apathy dominates my daytime mood, and listlessness reigns over my nights. Desiccated throat constricts and causes vocalizations to rumble raspily and with an unsteadily reverberating baritone timbre. I lay on red leather couch, roll over, and mumble, “I am not well,” to no one in particular.

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Sick

I am sick. I cough and my throat is sore. But it's okay. 'Cause I'm alive.

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A Cat

I saw a cat today. It purred at me. Or did it just purr?

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Something Nice

I picked up my

laptop

from the store

today.

Apple 

replaced the LCD

screen.

So that

was nice.

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Prom The soft bliss of young love.

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Keiki's Wave Young man in the water stares at the curling face of Keiki's shore break.

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Mangoes

In a way, we’re all unripe mangoes dangling from branches, bobbing in the breeze.

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Drinkable Air

When my mother and I walk together, we frequently take a route that causes us to climb a moderate slope. She's taught me to appreciate the simple pleasures, the quiet beauty of what some would consider to be mundane moments. At the crest of the slope, we slow our pace and allow the cool trade winds to wash our faces with clean air. This clean air that we drink in through our slender nostrils is like cold, crisp water. Drinkable and nourishing and necessary for life.

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Pool Day

Yesterday at the base of Diamond Head we attended a beautiful pool party.

The house was beautifully de- signed and curated.

There was a shrub of lemongrass and a bush of rosemary on the property perimeter.

Tequila, vodka, and champagne flowed from large glass bottles.

It was good to see everyone again.

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Spurled

Quantselle igsomility

expotulanzation doeyuinity

spakoth 

frapillocciotto

insiglliomatte.

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Focaccia

“This bread kinda tastes stale.”

“it isn’t.  I’ve been here before.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it isn’t, but it tastes like it is."

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Dog-Walking

It is 

good to 

walk my dog.

My dog is so 

nice

and

warm

and obedient.

In the 

indifferent,

cold,

inobedient

night air,

my dog

is excellent.

Thank you.

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Free Burger

This is a free burger from Jack in the Box.

It is a relatively simple burger.

The quality of the beef is rather poor.

The buns are kind of soggy.

But it tastes good, and it is free, so it is a

Good Burger.

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Crawl over wet lip, slide down slick face, receive hot shore’s sharp, stiff embrace.

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Big-leaved Bush

Here is a big-leaved

bush

that grows

by my

garage.  My dog 

pisses on this

bush.

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Slip Slap

Clip clap frip frap chip taps cribs babs nib nebs.

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Gorgeous Oysters

A half-

dozen

oysters on

the half shell. 

Briny, slimy flesh

adorned with black roe,

shaved scallions, 

and bright-red diced

tomatoes.  A solid

snack while we wait

for a table to open 

next door.