Tag Archives: illusion

so much for eden – April 28

4.28.2018 flat calm pond, mated swans and canadian geese paddling near one another   bufflehead ducks dabbling around the edges and new muskrat buildings rise   calm, calming, serene.   two new geese soar in beautifully o’er the tree surround … Continue reading

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magic show – March 26

3.26.2015 Illusion, misdirection, that shows us things we wish to believe   even knowing the truth of tricks and fast hands   a willing suspension of disbelief. ——————-

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vulnerable unknowing – October 19

10.19.2014 a storm comes through, a tower a thousand miles away goes dark, the airplane stops.   someone gets sick someone several thousand miles away dies, we freeze terrified.   the electric is out in the morning for reasons we … Continue reading

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blue chemical haze – May 6

5.6.2014 blue chemical haze floats across the fields where disk harrows cut rows to start the new planting   long into the night they work because ground and food will not wait for a factory clock   when the rains … Continue reading

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ice and fire – November 10

11.10 the burnt golden color leaks through the glass and ice gives the illusion of more or less   depending upon how my taste buds are feeling about temptation at the moment   choices, choices, sitting by the fire. ————————– … Continue reading

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affluence kills the gods – October 16

10.16 affluence kills the gods believing that nothing else is needed and all that is, is all.   harder than the camel’s eye the illusion of plenty fosters, in place of perspective, despair.   and happy faces smile until it … Continue reading

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check check – June 4

6.4 Vespa battery, checked. Water repair, check. Bank, mail, bills, check, check, check.   It feels so good to do the lists and quiet the beastie, check, check, check. ————    

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