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

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

The Fall King

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  I am the Fall King  regal, autumnal  covered in the  reds and golds  of sharp-shaped leaves yet crowned with rounded ones that glow in  th...
Friday, October 21, 2022

The Caves

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In a cave I may already be dead, prematurely placed under the  earth to wander in darkness. I’ve had a long held fear of being buried alive,...
Thursday, October 20, 2022

“Where the Ditches are Deep”

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This was a fascinating case I saw in the hospital several years ago of a man in his 30’s who had no previous psychiatric diagnosis, but had ...
Monday, October 17, 2022

Cries in the Library

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  The baying of a wounded beast  is simply the peripatetic cries of a child in this largish library.  It  must be in the vaulted main hall a...
Sunday, October 16, 2022

Anne says “Write at least one page per day”.

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A page of prose, just for practice.   Keep on writing, keep on writing, keep on writing.   Ok, that’s cheating but I’ve still got a long way...
Friday, October 14, 2022

The Pandemic Blues

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  September 2021 These are stressful times and people deal with stress in different ways. For some it is basically intolerable and so deni...
Tuesday, October 04, 2022

Reading Anne Lamott

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  The hat, the cup, the letter to Mom The iPad, the book, the lack of some- thing to say, can  Anne lead the way? “Bird by Bird” that’s the...
Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Bradbury at the Library

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  I am sitting at a table on the second floor of Dublin’s main library.  It is a new building with an architectural flair that is futuristic...
Saturday, September 24, 2022

Memories of Moscow

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  There was no one to go with me to Russia so I flew alone on an Aeroflot flight at the invitation of a Russian friend who was a  choral con...
Friday, September 23, 2022

Renaissance Festival Flashback

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  January 8th, 2021 Seeing the shirtless guy with the hairy hat and horns repeatedly today in the media made a memory fall out of my head. W...
Thursday, September 22, 2022

GOD HATES FLAGS

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  Flags that whip  people into a frenzy and asks them  to sell their birthright  for a pot of power, trying to be trendy, to cane their Abel...
Sunday, September 11, 2022

If I whisper will you hear me?

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  If I mimic that still small voice like a child following their Father? Like a child wondering why things  have to be the way they are? Lik...
Sunday, September 04, 2022

Watching the Waves

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  The ocean can  swallow you whole so you stand  on the sand  so as not to  tempt or test it as your thoughts roll in and out with the waves...
Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Festival of the Five Senses

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Seeing the unripened fruit of a persimmon tree  on our walk brings back childhood memories of  the Persimmon Festival in Mitchell, Indiana… ...
Monday, August 29, 2022

as a bird

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  If you see what I see will you understand me? It’s the hope of sharing and the scope of caring. It makes me feel free as only a bird can b...
Monday, August 15, 2022

The Middle Way

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  The city was well behind us as we headed south on a lonely stretch of highway, cornfields stretching out into the distance, the sky a patc...
Tuesday, August 02, 2022

Ascend to Descend

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  Past the decorative niche of daring dreams I wind up the spiraling stairs, spent in my soul. Somewhere above sits a bed of unburdening whe...
Thursday, July 28, 2022

escaped / stopped

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  Light filters through the blades of window blinds onto the book I am reading and casts shadows.  A hole allows for a circle of light to en...
Thursday, July 21, 2022

The Anthro-botanist

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So called Anthro-botanist Dr. A. Monk squatting amongst his subjects at the Topiary Park, Columbus, Ohio   -Reuters “It was truly a remarka...
Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Cloud is King

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  The cloud is King Biggest thing on the block Floats where it will Sometimes good for a spill Makes me laugh With its massive bit of floof ...
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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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