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Anxiety. Is a magic pill really necessary? What if my anxiety is trying to tell me something – to save my life?

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 08.21.2015 @ 9:37 am


Deriving is something I used to do when I did calculus. Haven’t used that once since college, probably because I decided mechanical engineering was not my calling. It’s just as well, writing much better suits me. That didn’t stop me from trying to fit into the “man’s land” of technology for twenty years, though. It paid.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 08.12.2015 @ 6:49 am


Why would I “tame” any part of myself? I’m no danger to anyone, with my wild hair and my wild ideas. I’m no fist-clenching whirling dervish.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 08.08.2015 @ 10:43 am


Sometimes I think my life is uneventful
my aunt being murdered
my uncle being murdered
And then I realize it’s not
And I’m grateful that it’s not moreso.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 08.03.2015 @ 2:27 pm


She peeled out on the wet pavement as she pulled a U-turn. The cop got mad and signaled for her to stop. “Well, how was I supposed to know the tires would squeal?”

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.27.2015 @ 4:02 pm


Disk recovery
Lost segments of files
And the orderly platters spin into chaos
Blue screen of death
Time’s up
Some things start out, out of warranty
And no one comes to their rescue.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.26.2015 @ 11:09 am


City sounds threaten me. I grew up on a dirt dead-end street, and even though pavement came, today that street remains quiet. It’s peaceful. When I visit my parents, I take a nap. This city hums continually.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.23.2015 @ 10:01 am


Suits and bellbottom pants
Snowmen, horseshoes
Stroke or mild setback
Things above
Time stood still the day you and I
You remember
But I don’t.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.20.2015 @ 9:28 pm


The horizon appeared as an indistinct line between fog-topped ocean and cloud-filled sky. “Sailing today will be rough,” she thought.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.19.2015 @ 10:55 am


Drops of rain, teardrops
Sky, cheeks
Earth, this handkerchief
Sand, the sting of deeds done and left undone

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.14.2015 @ 3:00 pm


These socks! Mismatched. I can buy 6 or 12 identical pairs, and donate all my old, unholey socks, and solve the problem semi-permanently, at least until I lose a sock, or they start to get holey. The problem will recur, however. Like fingernails.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.12.2015 @ 11:19 am


The battery acid slowly ate through the flesh of my neck. I didn’t feel any pain until my hand brushed away the hair that had blown into and stuck to the wound. Then it started to hurt. I put my hand over it. I didn’t know what was happening.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.07.2015 @ 9:31 pm


Would you like fries with that? Poutine tastes OK but it makes me feel like ass gas for the rest of the day. I don’t like the full experience of poutine. My fingers go to type “poutine” and end up “pouting”. That’s how I feel about the hype of poutine vs the actual experience.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 07.01.2015 @ 6:52 pm


My kids may never know what a darkroom was.

Once upon a time, I was dating loserboy. And holography was a new thing. Long story short, we got into an argument over the advisability of filling the room we were standing in with carbon dioxide. What a tool.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 02.01.2011 @ 12:32 pm


Bowlful of jelly. Who orders that? Do they just eat it with a spoon? Do they order a dozen English muffins?

A bowlful of jelly seems like a lot of jelly. Maybe (probably) too much. Unless it’s Thanksgiving and that’s all you have to eat besides crackers.

Saltines with strawberry jelly are pretty good.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.31.2011 @ 12:50 pm


The Space Shuttle has three detaching rockets it uses to get into orbit. It’s got three more permanently attached and used for propulsion, steering, reentry, and landing.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.25.2011 @ 9:32 am


I may own a few first editions. Not sure.

Having the first or the signed copy isn’t important to me. What’s important to me is the content. Can I relate to it? Does it have value? Is it genuine?

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.16.2011 @ 9:45 am


Her breath came in ragged gasps. She choked and coughed, and began to get her breathing under control.

It didn’t feel anything like drowning.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.11.2011 @ 6:47 am


perfectly climbing roses
grasping and clawing

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.07.2011 @ 12:26 pm


A: I’m certain we’ll discover it. I mean, how hard can it be to find… Um, what were we looking for again?

B: You know, if you can’t keep a thought in your head, something something armageddon.

A: …Underpants, profit, armageddon?

B: Yeah, that’s it.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.06.2011 @ 4:04 pm


When I was a kid, I used to wonder if this was all real. This desk, this chair, this lamp, all the accessories of this life.

Sometimes I imagined I’d wake up as an alien, and be surprised to find I’d fallen asleep and been dreaming the whole time.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.05.2011 @ 11:22 am


What was that phrase – your catchphrase? You always used to say…?

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.04.2011 @ 1:31 pm


He put me on notice.


Right or wrong, it doesn’t seem to matter. I’m always on the list. Troublemaker. Rebel. Terrorist. Insubordinate.

And it’s starting to wear on me. And get me mad.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 01.03.2011 @ 9:03 am


I wish I had gone to the library more as a child. I would have gotten to read so many more books. But instead, I was busy playing outside: sunshine bronzing me, wind and dirt in my hair, laughing. Living. Like they write about.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.31.2010 @ 12:44 pm


What do you call a sundae divorce?

A banana split.

(That was terrible. I apologize.)

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.30.2010 @ 1:06 pm


poohsticks on the bridge
silly competition
is it up to luck?
is there a trick to picking sticks?
to dropping them?
if it’s fun, does it even matter?

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.16.2010 @ 1:50 pm


It was so wrong, what she said to me. So wrong.

What alarmed me most was how easily she said it – like a mouth full of olive oil.

Hideous. Hideous creature.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.15.2010 @ 4:28 pm


temper temper
can’t let anger get out of control
big kids use their words, not their swords

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.12.2010 @ 12:50 pm


There is something more out there. This is the seeker’s mantra: that no matter how much I’ve seen and done, there is always more to see and do. More people to swap ideas with. More beauty in nature. More life.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.09.2010 @ 2:46 pm


the silent
when there is nothing to hit the wind makes no noise
space time
but out there
cold endless cold
frozen past boiling
frozen again
brittle now
and like to break upon impact.

» Posted By Mel DuPont On 12.08.2010 @ 4:03 pm

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