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Behold, The Red Giant
Feel the breeze that rustles the leaves of the trees and runs across the plain chasing the herd, leading the people toward life. Behold the Lore that lives to teach the love of land and people. Feel the loss of leaves and trees, no more running and chasing across the plain that is dry and…
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No Wednesday is Ordinary
You know the song, my beloved says as he mumbles the wrong words to the right tune. I squint one eye, tilt my head to lift my ear in hopes it will sniff out the sound of a tune on a breeze that doesn’t blow. I can’t hear it. It must be from too long…
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Broken Sprinkler Rain, Or, Why I’m So Angry
My jaw hurts, but not today. That was a week ago, maybe a month. Maybe a lifetime. ‘You are stressing.’ The diagnosis from my beloved when I tell him that my jaw hurts. I don’t want to take any Tylenol because that helps his back. He stresses, too. I take a different anti-inflammatory, the one…
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Thank you: A Letter to @theebillyporter
I told you I was writing a letter to the incomparable @theebillyporter. I’m even doing it the same day I made the pronouncement. I’m even doing it while listening to his rendition of I Am Changing. It, along with the live version of Why We Sing are in my Spotify ‘liked songs’ that I often…
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Ragged, But I’m Round Here
Before you say a single word, I know. I didn’t even bother to look to see the last time I posted here, but lissen … No, I mean – lissen! Have you looked outside lately? Stuff’s real. I just waxed poetic over on Academia.edu in response to a very nice fellow academic who’d read a…
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Infinite Possibilities
So. Writing is a challenge. For those who think oh, it’s nothing to write some of these stories, books, and screenplays … I mean, they’re just making it up, right? let me share something with you. That’s just the very first step to a good story, book, or screenplay. It’s easy to tell when that’s…
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Come With Me!
Hey! I know. You’re wondering what in the world I’ve been up to. Or maybe you don’t care, and that’s fine. I’m alive, thanks. In fact, I’ve been writing (cue music of shock and awe). Yes. I mentioned I’ve been trying my hand at screenwriting; I signed up for a video course on it and…
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Pause
It seems I pause a lot. I don’t post here regularly, I drop in and out to leave tidbits and partial thoughts. But when I am not here, I am here … being, working, thinking, agonizing, planning. My counselor said when last we talked that there was a weariness that she hadn’t seen in me…
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Getting Old
I’ve been thinking a lot about getting old. There are things that happen as the days go on and it seems easy to fall into the rhythm of it all. Achy joints, flabby skin, grey hair, medications … yet the changes one sees in oneself can be subtle that the years go by slowly in…
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To Dust
One of my mom’s dear friends died recently. The service was streamed online, Facebook I think. Social media death … It was interesting timing, since I have been thinking about my final repose. I have no one to take care of those sorts of things, being an only child whose son has his own challenges.…
A New Bloom
Where the Starving Activist Lives
A New Bloom 