Monthly Archives: July 2011

Bernie

(the passing of a friend,engineer and inventor)    He didn’t ask me, he didn’t say goodby, He was one of us, he wasn’t just some guy. His leaving was so sudden yes, we knew that it was time; But we … Continue reading

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Make Beleaf

I watched it fall and in the watching, time, took its own time. I saw the rusted reds and yellow-greens and wondered at the life of a leaf that begins with the hydrolics of spring; pushing buds to the surface. … Continue reading

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PETROGLYPHS (comments from the cave)

to live a lie successfully you have to tell the truth at least a little time to time the rest would be uncouth   when whole truths show a sadder shape at least to our own eyes we’ve chosen life … Continue reading

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it’ sphear

  writing on empty, going nowhere not so fast, wondering what to write about, I haven’t got a clue with nothing in the thought pantry, how long’s it going to last I keep hoping some insight might arrive out of … Continue reading

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Triage

Three of us on the roof Sweet william, Camilla and me. Naieve lovers content and spent on the fringe of society. Watching the dawn on sidewalks drawn in shadow and in sun, the so called straights with Don’t Be Late, … Continue reading

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Movin’ On

Movin’ On   The summit store by five o four first light on an open road. A welcome freedom; no one else, clear lanes and a trucks’ full load.   Runnin’ with the hum and pulse the truck, the road, … Continue reading

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.lever

what happens when I run out of clever, and beauty takes a backseat while grace tries to board a dugout canoe? is my stream of consciousness a babbling brook, or up a creek, riding the rapids to an ocean of … Continue reading

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Errborne

The hummingbird chased it’s life into our living room window. I held it’s beating pulse, bloodied beak and crooked neck and laid it in a bed of Burmese honeysuckle. Unsure of how to comfort, knowing death is gathering, my sadness … Continue reading

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Intro & Circum

Writing on empty, going nowhere not so fast Wondering what to write about, I haven’t got a clue With nothing in the thought pantry, how long’s it going to last I keep hoping some insight might arrive out of the … Continue reading

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