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Tag Archives: age
the floor creaks – July 16
7.16.2018 the floor creaks when he moves on it, yoga windshield-wipers turning knees to right, arms to left. houses, bodies, all reveal the stressed turnings that time steals. he should notice, his friends say, the tread that is … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, age, bodies, grace, gratitude, joy, movement, perseverance
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callings – July 25
7.25.2017 [calling] a memory itches at my mind pulls, calls, reaches out. a young man, sitting beside a pond an edge of green trees moving out ahead to a point. and to his right a bay less traveled where a … Continue reading
late evening quandry
5.12 .2017 (4.14) warmth through the muscles, a tightness dancing through eyelids heavy and drooping whatever happened to youth, muscles, stray thoughts of adventure instead I stare through railings at a lamp shade distanced below and the green … Continue reading
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Tagged age, animal knowledge, imagination, purpose, questions, wisdom
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night boxer – April 29
4.29.2015 [night boxer] weariness has taken on a new name I don’t know what it is I just know the pull down weight, sound, touch of its ringing bell and my failing fight. ————————–