Tag Archives: Living

The death of a young bird

Posted on June 7, 2018 by

We had just finished eating dinner. The dishes were clean, the kitchen was straightened up and now my wife could settle down on the sofa and catch-up on all the celebrity news on E! Entertainment. I put the dogs up and … Continue reading →

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Don’t skip to the end

Posted on May 25, 2018 by

My wife and I communicate very differently. For example I will say I talked to daughter # 1 about X and my wife will say Did you ask her about Y and Z? No, I will reply I only called to ask … Continue reading →

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A poem: Synonyms

Posted on May 18, 2018 by

I search for synonyms, Little words, Of bold expression, To define my existence Manufactured phrases, Simple tales or fables, To justify my presence, Or being at this moment An antonym maybe, A mirror of opposites, To defend what I am … Continue reading →

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A poem: The Doctor’s Office

Posted on April 30, 2018 by

I sit grey and cold, years soaked beyond a black and white photograph of tight skin, dark hair on a straight and ridged frame waiting my turn in an ocean of Muzak. Days in mass, wasted in a wheeled chair … Continue reading →

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A poem: Coffee House

Posted on April 26, 2018 by

  Absorbed in a cup of black heat, watching, listening The scenes change, bodies move, voices echo Business, relationships, old friends and new Some wait, they are late, maybe early I sit, alone, blending into the moment Job interview, smile, … Continue reading →

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A poem: One Life

Posted on April 25, 2018 by

The azaleas bloomed, Pinks and whites against a backdrop of summer grass waiting for the heat to rise Yellow dust, pollen lust, coats the landscape Spontaneous and unstable, whisked away by an afternoon rain or an April breeze This is … Continue reading →

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Field of Weeds

Posted on April 13, 2018 by

“The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.” – Wendell Berry There is still a little nip in the air but Spring has sprung in my part of … Continue reading →

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