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Monthly Archives: August 2013
maintenance – August 31
8.31 drops in eyes, pills in places, lay down and stretch that back, oil those hinges, check the lint trap, screen that face and fast. slide the dipstick, test those tires, air pressure’s good or not grease … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, bodies, changes, groups, maintenance, nations, society
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state fair – August 30
8.30 wide wide bottoms in blue jeans corn fed mamas off to the fair sad happy faces with corndogs Minnesota mining for fair. ———————
dry stick branches – August 29
8.29 tree trimming buzzes greet the late summer heat. water fall bed lies flat and dry, mud sticks gasping up to nothing. clip those dry stick branches before the winter fall blasts bring power lines and lives crashing to … Continue reading
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Tagged anticipation, changes, cutting losses, drought, parched, seasons, triage, trimming
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MLK 1965 – August 28
8.28 the long black car drove slowly majestically through Boston streets lined with faces, hands arms reaching for hope and i jogged beside to keep the inmate safe. bullets, knives and hate also striding through the streets reaching for … Continue reading
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Tagged Boston, bullets, civil-rights, fear, hope, justice, Martin Luther King Jr, parade, struggle
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Godot – August 27
8.27 godot stands offstage watching while estragon and vladimir rake each others souls with query and reposte. Is it time to arrive. lessons to be learned of how it all comes round. again and again and again, until. or … Continue reading
sun sorcery and failings of truth – August 26
8.26 brown blades fan overhead skimming pale gasps to fend the heat. summer warming has come with vengeance and my pasty white quails slathered in sunscreen. they lauded a day at the beach when I went excited … Continue reading
riding with phantoms – August 25
8.25 In 1948 western heroes rode across screens so vivid I thought they were behind them. How could Roy be at the Capitol and then at the Paramount later on. Grammy would hold my hand and buy us a … Continue reading
blip, he moved – August 24
8.24 blip, he moved. or she. tiny frog in the maw of my mower. his life is in your hands the voice said. so I move carefully. it’s only a lawn, weeds scruff, things to be taken down … Continue reading
not done yet – August 21
8.21 cat soft steps paw down the back deck risers. an old fluffed cat now, she has never been an outside animal. but age provides both wisdom and courage. why not see what has not been seen before why wait … Continue reading
Indigo truths – August 20
8.20 the dog sleeps with his head against the cellar step door. huffs and the occasional twitch of a foreleg paw telling the story of his inner life. a puppy once again, chasing. I sleep now with my head … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, Indigo, Philosophy, Prayer, spiritual growth, spirituality
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