Tag Archives: memory

store window visions – September 23

9.23.2014 the toy store window held wonders and I pressed my nose against the jewelry store pane to watch skaters swirl mechanically across glass ices   a child’s wonder is beautiful and simple, joy lifting at the corners involuntarily, sparkle … Continue reading

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old friends – August 21

8.21.2014 a few old friends went away today. the bed we made babies in the car that taught our boys the way home.   inanimate. metal. wood. and wire. stuffing. only stuff.   and yet they were friends.   godspeed. … Continue reading

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friends pass – June 9

6.9.2014 friends pass sometimes because the cancer caught up to them   some because they stuck a needle into their arm one too many times and the heroin got ‘em   some simply dropped one day in the library stacks … Continue reading

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mr. machines – May 31

5.31.2014   Mister Machine, Hoppy and six guns, Barbie and Playdoh GI Joe   childhood frozen in long afternoons of trying to make the Etch-a-Sketch run.   Lionel, Flyers, coasters and wires, knowledge of more than just bicycle tires   … Continue reading

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picture window picture – April 25

4.25.2014 the picture window picture flows straight out of my catalog of dreams   images of amber waters winding out amongst the wooded tree lines while soft angled sun filters in from my upper right   as if currier left ives … Continue reading

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faces – April 24

4.24.2014 faces around tables that don’t listen   faces that relate the passing time   faces who once upon the once were children   faced that have paused only to rhyme.     faces of the aged and forgotten   … Continue reading

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when I was young – April 21

4.21.2014 when I was young I prayed for a red Columbia bicycle and for the mean kids to leave me alone.   I didn’t know that You paid attention to the big stuff and thought that maybe You didn’t care … Continue reading

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