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Solitude, which has been mostly useful. My father lived in a dirty-dish mausoleum,. Watching a portable black-and-white television,. Which he preferred to Modern Fiction. One by one, his schnauzers died of liver disease,. Except the one that guarded his corpse. Found holding a tumbler of Bushmills. I took a plaid shirt from the bedroom closet. Me much affection but gave me a knack.
Saturday, February 25, 2012. As go so many things in my life,. This picture went its own way . I was aiming for morning- a river-scape. But my camera went all Swedish somber on me-. Lonely, tiny dock-crane silhouettes,. And, fighting the potential glory behind,. One and a half blasted trees. The rest of the pictures were color-. Saturday, April 2, 2011. Friday, July 9, 2010.
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Thursday, May 28, 2009. GARDEN SNAKE Haiku sown in a garden of leaves. I found this poem by Jane Hirshfield. I like Nothing Ventured. Heres something on Salon about Kay Ryan. The water flows by. Bearing slow ripples of thought. The day is immersed. Subscribe to Posts Atom.CONTENT
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Before you speak, know the story. Sometimes things were bitter,. And some things were way too tough,. But the negative things I heard today. You do not understand my past,. You care not what had happened,. You speak from half-truths whispered,. Your knowledge is from a heart blackened. I was young and scared,. Running from a father hated. My future dead of hope and promise. Defiance was my only clout.
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