Tag Archives: Past

An old tree

I have been thinking a lot about trees lately. In our backyard we have a massive old oak, probably 60 to 70 years old. It dominates our yard with a wide canopy casting shade, towering over all of the other … Continue reading

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Deep breathes….

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” – Rumi My youngest is coming into town Sunday for a … Continue reading

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The father job

“When you’re young, you think your dad is Superman. Then you grow up, and you realize he’s just a regular guy who wears a cape.” – Dave Attell I am a Dad. I am also a son, a brother and … Continue reading

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Don’t skip to the end

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

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: In the light or in the dark

When the sun sets west of the horizon, Behind clouds that tease the dry earth I listen for the silence of a world at rest, A stillness that eclipses the fading light Standing in grass brushed with dew between my … Continue reading

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A poem: The Doctor’s Office

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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