The Ragged Journal

Tag: literature

  • A Minimalist, #1

    A Minimalist, #1

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    I love a good deal. Sometimes I buy things just because they were on sale. A checkered table cloth… eh, no thanks… but if it’s half-off, now we’re talking!

    I’ve been working on my minimalism. From my podcast, JFM tells me, “Everything is 100% off, if you don’t buy it.” But if only he could see how cute these little figurines on my table are; they came with the table cloth. This purchase satisfies my cravings, until I catch myself doomscrolling on Fartbook or InstaGlam—some peppy, young Spinfluencer telling me I’m just two-clicks away from happiness—and the cycle begins again. Promo code. Add to cart. Checkout. Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Are we happy yet?

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  • Survival, WiP Entry #13

    Survival, WiP Entry #13

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    “Bit of advice,” said the stranger.
    “Stay off the old road, after dark. Not safe these days. I seen plenty o’folkes go up that there thoroughfare… never seen from again. It’s a long ways from here to where yer goin’. And there’s not may kind faces in between.”

    “No shortage of ugliness, out there. I don’t mean to scare ya. It just wouldn’t be right not to tell ya, with that little one there with ya… No telling what might happen…”

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  • Nexus

    Nexus

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    The following entry uses the word prompt “Nexus” as inspiration.

    And so we find ourselves here,
    once again
    at the nexus
    back where it all began

    And it all ended here,
    once again
    at the nexus
    where hope and fear took flight
    tore at the other’s feathers
    to be the first to touch the sun

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  • Entry #37, A Family Man

    Entry #37, A Family Man

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    Installed a bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself. Only problem is my family hates it.

    “Eww dad, it’s so old and gross,” my eldest says.
    “Really, honey… with how tight money’s been lately… I don’t know.
    I wish you would have talked to me about it first.”

    Why can’t they just be happy.
    Why can’t they just appreciate that I wanted
    to do something nice for us… for the family.
    It’s not this horrible old thing.
    It’s hope! Comfort.
    Sanctuary.

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