Gazing out the window this morningI watch a robin in the rainpoking holes in wet earthsearching forworms I am reading about cemeterieswhich happen to besomethingthatIlove often you know, while reading, whilewatching, whilelearningI will think to myselfThis!this is what I should…
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This morning begins kind of dullin colour onlythe skies don’t hold any particular shadetodayspring temperatures having once again taken adipand showers remain kind ofimminentApril 1st, and so I supposethe flowers and I arekind ofexpecting it I come with coffee, to…
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This past week I began to write outdismalkinds of thoughtsI’d been hit quite hard by vertigothe dizziest sort of feelinglike liquid clouds had filled my earsand I had stumbled upon rolling seaswondering if maybe I had forgotten my allergy pillbut…
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I will never not bethe child of an alcoholic I will never not beaware of just when scales have beentipped of lost conversationsof lessgraciousnessof lesscaring memories blurred or missed of much less connectionand of course,caring I will never not be…
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Three or four days ago, I quit a bookto the faithful few (ha!), you might knowthis is not something I dooftentrue, I have been in a bit of areadingfunkstart… stumble through.. move on(also not like me)my work day read, is…
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When I read good writersor should I say, in my humble opinionas who’s to decide,because I tend to read a lot ofnon-fiction –writers who feel as if weare in a kindconversationthey tend to make me feellike Ishould like to writenot…
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On Sunday night I shook myself awakecertain I could hear my old fella,our dear dog Tedbarking his little yelp from downstairsin later years, he did this bark-cry for companywhen he could no longer climb the stairsstarting to rise, I threw…
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This morning lovely husband isup early, wee hours one might say,and I half-consciously listenfor his going in the darkness he comes quietlyand bends, to kiss me good-byesandback to sleepin kindness the dog lifts the blankets with his snoutsnuggles into the…
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Well now, to have finished a booksuch as this a beautiful book aboutstill life and lifeinstill–ness days of pandemic and how it waswegot ourselvesthrough about photographywhat it is we may be looking ator forand what it is wesee about life,…
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When the goldenrod begins to bloomand the hummingbird trafficincreasesthe sunmoves over just a little morein the skyand the sugar maples start boldly in toblushwhen yellow-jackets take a keen interestin each and every movementand apples begin a slightrosy-ing up one hesitates…
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