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May 2023
Dame's Rocket
In my part of Pennsylvania, the Dame’s Rocket is out. On various roads/ I zip by small waves of it on rolling hillsides/ the whites and the pinks and…
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Serge Bielanko
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Tell Me How I'm Doing?
Hey there. Hope all is well with you, readerfriend. So, this week I messed up and hit the publish button on a piece I had just written, By the time I…
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Serge Bielanko
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All the Dead Return to Us as Vultures in the Sky
We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a…
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Serge Bielanko
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With Angels & Dark Angels
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp. - Cormac McCarthy Saturday morning I woke up early to get ready for the…
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Serge Bielanko
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Jet Pack Solitude: Mini Essays from Thunder Pie
Puny Runts. Kids around Piper and Charlie’s age of 8 or 9, they fascinate me. A lot of times they have, like, chicken legs for arms. It’s as if they…
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April 2023
Fish & Chips
(a Replay Essay from Thunder Pie/ 2017)
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Serge Bielanko
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Always Running Like Robert Frost
We love the things we love for what they are. - Robert Frost Always running. Always hustling. To schools. To jobs. Always running to the supermarket for…
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Serge Bielanko
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Eggplant Parm in a Strip Mall
“I despise formal restaurants. I find all of that formality to be very base and vile. I would much rather eat potato chips on the sidewalk.” —Werner…
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Serge Bielanko
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Borrowed Fire / You Should Pay Me Back
If you practice writing constantly, you can start to speak in poetry form and so whenever you feel like writing something, all you have to do is…
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March 2023
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