They were not the mountains of open west, high deserts, high peaks, dry air in scent of juniper and sage. The mountains were not new—if ever ones could be. The mountains were old, ancient, once great plateau worn of water and wind into ridges of spines that fell away and on whose […]
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HYDE PARK
American Gothic, austere and gray, but for a time it has it’s spring; and of such way, he always remembered, revering age and season of his youth; blossom and find and emerging of self from amongst the gray stone walls; open of the park in which he walked and found her there—struck, as Marius […]
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GIVEN CHANCE
If at the end of life I am given chance to re-live again, one more time, experiences I’ve loved: I pray to hear my oldest son on the piano. I listened to him today. He played a song called “Cathedral Bells” and, closing my eyes, I could hear again the organ-sound of the […]
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THE CRUX
Often, we make a story longer than is needed. Building up to what it is we wish to say, audience loses interest and never finds what it is we wish to tell. Get to the point. Tell what matters. Meaning hangs on the crux. The story of Creation is told in a […]
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WHAT WE TAKE AWAY
“You were smiling so big!” my nine-year old son tells me, his own showing as he says. “I was,” I affirm. “You were so happy!” “I was,” I affirm again. Many times, he repeats the same on our drive home and after, when we are there. This is what […]
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COASTAL TOWN
“Getting high’s easy. Getting drunk’s fine. It’s the getting by that’ll get a soul down. So if you need me, know that I’m bleeding Somewhere alone in some coastal town…” _____ Fifth of May, the poppies were in bloom; and they walked together the coastal hills in scent of the sea they could not […]
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STRAWBERRIES
“…be my house, strong and sturdy far from town, oh; be my home, just think of all the places we will go…” _____ Year by year, she watched it grow—strawberry patch in runner-spread across the farm place lawn. Begun as three small cuttings, it was summer blanket of layers and levels of green and […]
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CHARTREUSE LEAVES
Anna was beautiful in reposed read, body curl and lie of fit in small of loveseat’s rest; sky-blue shirt and panties, white, legs and face and arms past curl-raised sleeves in light of window sun. Slope of ceiling beams above, rays of sun in fall, all of moment appeared in lead and guide […]