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"this is the world as best as I can remember it"

Saturday, November 14, 2020

The Flying Rake

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  The flying rake, wind in his tines. Fall has come and bids him Brothers, to arms! Leaves are falling. Beat them back! ***

Birds on a Wire

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  I sit with my friends every morning on the wire and feel the breeze envelop me, a game of poise and balance.  We are mostly silent, intros...
Friday, October 23, 2020

WINDOWS

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  Paintings are windows on the world. But before frames circumscribed our view, there were these rectangled  openings in our homes & bui...
Tuesday, October 06, 2020

The Thrills and Spills of Kenpo Karate

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It was a glimmer of light in the darkness of my middle school misery.  A neighbor boy was taking karate and somehow I got invited to come al...
Saturday, October 03, 2020

Pealing Paint

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  Life has a way of pealing your paint, sharing in the work of helping remove the accretions of time and carelessness as we grow older an...
Friday, October 02, 2020

Find this Place

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  Suspended in the dark unknowing of retained innocence. Find this place.  Rediscover love in the days  before the world crushed your heart....
Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Russia ‘98

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  Walking the highways and byways  of Russia  as a pilgrim all those years ago, sometimes a destination in mind  but more often simply wande...
Friday, September 25, 2020

Reading “Everyday Saints”

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  I found two bookmarks in the one book which for me is a rare phenomenon.  Like movies, there are precious few books that I’ve revisited in...
Sunday, September 20, 2020

Apple Ladder

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  Beauty’s an apple ladder beholden to red spheres  of ascending sweetness. ***
Thursday, September 10, 2020

Doors of Insanity

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Since when did life become  so fragmented so pixelated so prone  to open the doors of insanity? ***
Tuesday, September 01, 2020

The Trolley

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His body lay slumped across the tracks forming the cross bar of a very long H.  Lucky for him the trams had stopped running hours bef...
Wednesday, August 26, 2020

The Fog Settles

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The fog settles on the city like a down filled blanket softening the edges of a  hard and indifferent place. ***
Monday, August 24, 2020

2000 Souls

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Orleans, Indiana is a town of 2000 souls and from 1975 to 1985 I was one of those souls, albeit a small one.  There were pockets of d...
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Wednesday, August 05, 2020

The Fog Monster

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   The fog monster devours the city in forgetfulness. *
Monday, May 18, 2020

Alas, Poor Aaroneous...

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Alas, poor Aaroneous.  I knew him well. Pitiful impulsive man-boy, lost in a world and situation outside of his control, proud in ...
Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Are there Little Boys on Jupiter?

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Are there little boys on Jupiter giggling when you say “poopiter”? It’s fun to think about it, to  bounce and fly and sho...
Tuesday, May 05, 2020

Murderer of Murder Hornets

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With all of the talk about so-called “murder hornets” on Facebook this past week it didn’t take long for me to recollect that I had a ...
Sunday, April 26, 2020

Lost in the Hoffa Maze

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The stormtrooper patrol was winding its way through the frozen Hoffa Maze when the storm hit.   Goji heard the speaker in his helmet...
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A. Monk
“Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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