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Feb 6, 20231 min read
The Fall
I sigh at the sight of the moth I find so lifeless in the garden, rarely noting its beating white in the days or weeks gone past, and my...
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Feb 6, 20231 min read
Metronome
You never had a clock within your home, just a single metronome, keeping tempo more important than the time, its clicks a call to dance,...
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Feb 5, 20231 min read
Past Life Aggression
Perhaps I was a ruthless Khan, vengeful, without mercy, who cut down peasants by the thousands, taking an unsheathed sword to young...
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Feb 5, 20231 min read
Paris
This one is not so Grand as its river, no Seine cutting at its heart or couples arm-in-arm amid je t’aime. We can see the eroding...
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Feb 5, 20231 min read
The Ruse of Mild Air
In this warmer than normal winter, the trees are budding early, in February’s rain instead of snow. I feel I ought to go outside and...
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Feb 4, 20231 min read
América
The isthmus was the adhesive always holding us together, like fraternal twins conjoined, locked by a crooked rib. And though it looked...
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Feb 4, 20231 min read
Psalm for Aquarius
In the days and nights of my naiveté, when hope blasted blue in carbon cloud, the constellations stepped out of line, formed new...
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Feb 3, 20231 min read
November Rose
It's a Jane or Johnny-come-lately, the solitary rose in my garden, a harvest holdover or belated bloom that's risen when the others have...
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Feb 3, 20231 min read
The Girl I Would Have Married
The girl I would have married had we met is on the other side of the street, a walking blur I only notice for a second. And her hair is a...
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Feb 2, 20231 min read
The Decoy
My hunter friend, the one I haven’t converted to my “animals-have-feelings-too” frame of mind, uses a wooden decoy in an attempt to lure...
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Feb 1, 20231 min read
Early Morning Rain
In the yard, you felt sorry for the slug that crept so slowly up the stem of one of your greens. Poor thing, it doesn’t even have a shell...
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Jan 31, 20231 min read
The Language of Sparrows
Your sister is dead. We plant seedlings by her grave in April, when Spring seduces with all its promise, moisten the ground with a jug...
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Jan 30, 20231 min read
Fabric Carnations, or My Dog was a Vegetarian
The flowers in my house are a fraud, marigolds that never wither, forsythia forever fake with vibrant yellow that doesn’t fade, daisies...
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Jan 30, 20231 min read
Flower Children
It’s hard to believe that crotchety old man and his wife hobbling into the store where I work were once hippies. Their faces creased like...
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Jan 29, 20231 min read
Before You Die
Before You Die, it seems, has been springing up in bookstores all over the place. “1001 Movies to See Before You Die” – double-faced in...
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Jan 27, 20231 min read
My Cat is Half-Greek, or Zeus left the Acropolis open again
My cat communes with the mythical, with the infinite and glorious invisible, getting an inside track on the weather and when the sky’s...
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Jan 27, 20232 min read
On My Literary Failure
The poem I’ve written isn’t good enough. It surely won’t win an award, be published in a magazine or make the list of “Selected Verse.” I...
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Jan 18, 20231 min read
The Deck
You’ve been bluffing your way through our friend- ship, the wine you’ve swigged in minutes making its naked presence known, that the...
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