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May 1, 2012poems are like the wildflowers that grow in the front lawn voluntary, uninvited popping up unexpectedly intrusions into an otherwise […] [continue…]
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Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.
poems are like the wildflowers that grow in the front lawn voluntary, uninvited popping up unexpectedly intrusions into an otherwise […] [continue…]
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at breakfast she swivels her head between milk carton and cereal box reading them over and again just like her […] [continue…]
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she sits in the middle between her sisters big impish grin of tiny teeth head tilted in a sideways glance […] [continue…]
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I think your brain whirrs in your sleep mapping, plotting, categorizing which makes every wake-up a portal to the future […] [continue…]
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they say when you carry a hammer, every problem looks like a nail it is also true that when you […] [continue…]
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going shopping for clothes isn’t what it used to be I’ve traded quick and relaxed for slow and tense head […] [continue…]
the morning starts with a scratchy swallow an achy escape from the bed a general slowness a cough that never […] [continue…]
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the first sip is the best steam in the face, breath swirling clean, searing heat touching tongue coursing through the […] [continue…]
he remembers carries their comments with him in his bones wherever he goes “a diamond in the rough” “something special” […] [continue…]
he stands at the podium reading wryly with glinty eye doing his Grandpa proud holding court in the Kennedy Center […] [continue…]
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I’ve never been here before but there is something utterly familiar maybe the color palette maybe the huge decals on […] [continue…]
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1. just before she says it she grins and tilts her head “I just love you, daddy!” punctuated by pile-driving […] [continue…]
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the breeze comes first drawing attention to the darkening sky followed by the wind chasing hot air with cool sending […] [continue…]
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as the sun ascends over the hill smoke rises in a billowy column from underneath a black lid where alchemy […] [continue…]
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the brisket sits in the dark refrigerator soaking up salt and spices waiting for the morning when smoke and heat […] [continue…]
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