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James P. Cole
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Nurse, husband, father, runner. Occasional writer. Frequent board gamer.
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How Are You?
How Are You? How are you? How indeed! How are you with your heart ripped out, The lesser half of a human whole? How are you with only half a soul? "How" perhaps the apter word, How can this be, this absurd lack Of all I thought would always be? How am I supposed to just go on? How are you? How does he stand? However can he be erect, And not a huddled dark recluse Buried deep, with light a memory? How are you, with every thought an ache? With every breath a gate to tears? How are you? What to say? How are you? I'm here. J. P. Cole
November 10, 2025 at 12:55 AM
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Do I have a Wife? Levity and Tears or Comic verse on loss at 4AM. I don’t have a wife, so why do you? I DO have a wife, but not to view. I DO have a wife, but not to hear. I DO have a wife, but she’s not here. Why don’t I have a wife that I can see? Why can’t we sit and drink coffee and tea? Why can’t we sit together and just be? Why did this have to happen to me? I want a wife that I don’t miss. I want a wife to hug and kiss. I want a wife to hold, to touch. Is this really asking too much? I want a wife for me to annoy. I want a wife to bring me joy. I’d rather not live separately; I’d rather have her next to me. I can’t see the girl I called my wife, A plumpish girl, my Wovely Life. I see our kids, She’s in my head, But all I see is an empty bed. I want to end on a note of hope, But I’m just sad, so that’s a Nope! J. P. Cole
August 4, 2025 at 12:06 PM
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Not There I open eyes and I sit up. Oh, she is not there. Brush teeth, take drink and take a breath. Open the door, but turn to look, No, she is not there. But my son needs help to dress And feed and start the day. "Oh did you...?" But no, she is not there. Put on his shoes and cook for kids, I guess I need some clothes today. Should I start laundry now? "Do you need...?" But again she is not there. But now they're off, To school, to work, to brunch. I make a call to one more bank. Now quiet house is listening, And down the hall a silent echo breathes, She is not there.
July 23, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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Cascade III A sudden wave has crashed upon my head, A salty tang fills sinus, throat, and tongue. When will this churning pressure let me up? No end I see; the endless ocean swells roll on, come now,  come then, come yet again. To drown at last seems not so bad -- a cease from stinging salt, no batt'ring, buffet wave. No robbed breath, no more the aching lungs. A peaceful rest, a quiet rocking bed, Float gently down in calmer, sweeter pools. But no, the wave will now relent. I raise  my head above the foam, and breathe again but faintly briny breeze, inhale the air. The burning sea recedes, but leaves a track  of salty drops upon my cheek. It's gone, for now, but will return with each new tide.
July 14, 2025 at 2:58 AM
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January 16, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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Give So just give what you can from what you got While you are here we don't expect a lot I like your face. I like to have you here. Don't worry 'bout your chores; to me stay near. Give me your thought, and speak a sparkfull word. Forget the dark, the sullen and absurd. We have a minute and then we are done, So why not breathe and have a little fun? I want to hear your words, your songs, your art Don't go away before you have a chance to start to open up, to share the quaking soul; I ask, pour out your heart into my bowl. Your might think that you don't have much to give, But what a gift to know that you still live. J. P. Cole
January 9, 2025 at 10:34 PM