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The Mirendas

  I had the rare privilege of being accepted, and treated as, an equal, by those whom I admired - a leader of the community, a quarterback at my high school, and the right-handed Kenny Stabler. The Mirendas. . PHIL MIRENDA THE GREAT I am sure you’ve heard, at least two-hundred times before, about the generosity and spirit of the original Phil Mirenda. A tireless man who could never say no to his community, your Grampa was. I started to write this thru the eyes of my fifth-grade self; which I still may. But I wanted to open this story as a thirty-ish version of me, who, like your Grampa did before, had a kid enrolled in Saint Joseph’s Elementary school, in Mountain View. He would still bar-be-que for the SJMV spring carnival, like he always did; ignoring the advice of those who asked him to rest. I was in the same parent-teacher meetings as the best guy that went to our church. And I should have stayed in such a path; as a parent, as a human. It was unimaginable, for me, to be behin...
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Too Late To Start Again

according to scripture and lore …  it’s the family that’s worth fighting for … but when it’s time to give back …  all family was lost to just one heart attack the pictures saved were unearned attempts to revive me were spurned so no one else will know dying alone a begotten fate somber in a basement built against world war bombers  it’s no good to be the king when eternity is cast in engaging rings with no one to dictate or demand ones future is in good will hands too old to dance too jaded to care on todays floor there’s no one there studying to become aloof only when leaking moved to fix the roof sleeping outside with nothing but water and bottled pride  with no one to play lying games resigned to know each one is the same so no one else will know each summer is in the heart only in a fall I learn it’s too late to start only in winter do I yearn for last spring no longer does the evening bell ring once in favor of the church always losing for what I won’t search th...
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RISC HEAT

  RISC HEAT Reporters Instructed in Saving Colleagues  Hostile Environment  Awareness  Training . raindrops like bullets scattered on childless red streets … covering the world as it really is a thankless shell-shocking feat marching to the beat of a foreign drum … burning soldiers can’t tell anyone where they’re from  with cameras and writers as our first shield … the greatest on Earth stand so they won’t have to kneel  make Americans grate against rebels with cause … flag-hugging exhausted armor chink flaws sooner and later RISC HEAT reveals … thousands of dead sons before we start feel … the chill that will come from every East … lamb sacrifice bleeds over our holiday feast for everything that’s on our side of the pretend fence … making all grandparents aware of the common nonsense to forget about Bosnia by ignoring the Ukraine … is to starve RISC HEAT from documenting human rights pain . https://time.com/6158433/brent-renaud-death-journalist-risks/ .
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Only With Mine Eyes

  an admiration afar … who we were got us to who we now are leaving well enough alone … only in the darkness given me am on my own only my fate given back … seen no need to return emotional attack no time for grudges … not enough jurors from having too many judges no one knows better than the heart that’s always true no one knows you better than you an admiration placate … too many cooks spoil what they left on paper plates step eight fences … mending carefully arranged practiced self-defenses a lake smooth as glass … unbroken surface tempt those made to not last underneath a fresh-water world of feelings … with its own economy and oxygen ceiling … to not force a ripple by the echo of one stone I’ve thought it might be best to leave you alone doctor my eyes . . .
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Your Next Smile

your next smile should be signed by a beach with a barn … name it Sunset after its own silent charm … almost four decades serving the spirit of law well … from your last smile it isn’t easy to tell your next smile should be easier than you think … if I could see it’s rubies would turn bright pink … there may be clouds but not the kind that turn into rain … for a smile is always bigger than the pain your next smile can strike at any boxing match … with a spark that lights what it might scratch … what burns by the fire it creates … your next smile knocks out who it celebrates with your name stapled to your summer dress … once again you’ve not a thing to confess … so you say nothing good comes to mind … your next smile will probably be kind catechism is given freely to those who want it most … triangles are incomplete without at least one ghost … when the ruler bites the hand that it feeds … your next smile is all your heart ever needs it was nice to see you smile, MCA .
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