Author Archives: tim deegan

work from home

hot shower, english muffin, earl grey t-shirt is old, desk chair is older control, alt, delete then a long password my dot changes from inactive yellow to ready to work green my monitor displays little black markings i digest them, and create new … Continue reading

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2 tree hill

Two Tree Hill A hundred years ago, two seeds sprouted some distance apart and began their long growth heavenwards. At first struggling for sunlight within the tall grass, they eventually grew to dominate the long, gently sloping hilltop. Each year … Continue reading

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heart attack

Attack of heart a while ago my brain made a deal with my heart just keep pumping, just keep pumping and it would ignore the slowing, the slowing, the slowing of the vital flow of life blood and the aching, … Continue reading

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the big game

i drive us towards our old university backroads of course, efficiency is for work not play i pull off into a weed filled driveway of an abandoned farmhouse she reloads the drinks while i pop the top off her miata … Continue reading

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the bike

screw this craptastic day and the horse it rode in on rev the bike, a hi-tech, mechanical, japanese cat-like snarling high and whiney and loud 1st gear shoots it’s load like a bullet and 13,000 rpm’s come too soon i … Continue reading

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invisible hand of god

It permeates me as i run today tingling sensitive nerve endings before penetrating the myriad pores on my exposed skin i imagine positive ions recharging the cells beneath and i feel energized i see It brush the surface of the … Continue reading

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the watch

I once knew a man who lived by his watch he looked at it all of the time All of his life he scheduled his time the people he loved got a share The man had a wife she gave … Continue reading

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focus she says

the water danced for me at least on the surface squinting, i pull on my sunglasses and she pushes hers off as our drinks arrive it’s all about focus, she says pointing her camera towards the water colored glass filters … Continue reading

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city noise

at the sidewalk cafe I discern a different kind of quiet not the confining stillness of one’s familiar abode with it’s tics of clocks and hum of frigid air but the sounds of the social embrace no music for a … Continue reading

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send

my finger descends on the plastic ‘send’ the shot fires out a little piece of me flying thru the ethereal digital darkness at the speed of light i imagine a fiery trail behind it like a comet in seconds it … Continue reading

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