Category: Run-On Poetry

Last Night at the Meal Program

Posted on January 24, 2026 by

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If I was an astute observer, erudite, I’d opine about the events of this morning in Minneapolis, but I have no words to bring to that supper, so instead I’ll tell you about the challenge of asking 68 people whether they wanted fried onions… Continue Reading “Last Night at the Meal Program”

Category: Run-On Poetry

Caked Out

Posted on January 12, 2026 by

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Nobody would believe I made a cake, a layer cake no less, for which I had to buy new round cake pans since it’s been decades since I baked a layer cake or really any cake for that matter, but I felt compelled because… Continue Reading “Caked Out”

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You Asked, Here’s My Day

Posted on July 29, 2025 by

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I’m hot and sweaty and I see from looking from my office perch that the people across the street have put their garbage carts out which is a sign that I should do the same except I am spent from a day of driving… Continue Reading “You Asked, Here’s My Day”

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Tomorrow I Will Draw a Tree

Posted on December 26, 2024 by

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I told my husband that I needed a way to be creative, that I should paint or knit or make something that didn’t exist before and he said, well, you go upstairs every day and write your blog, but I told him, that’s not… Continue Reading “Tomorrow I Will Draw a Tree”

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.

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