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At Random

A woman yields to on-coming traffic. Pigeons lift from the road.   A bearded man cycles by in his straw hat and white shirt. A knapsack with easel strapped behind. Manet cloned.   He is going somewhere to paint a rowboat dozing among cattails and a morning breeze. Their reflections splintered. A rippling spill   […]

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Haiku in Trio

  sweet clover honey a ride on busy bees’ wings fantastic spring flight fantastic spring flight wings of a Painted Lady rose-petaled landing rose-petaled landing nose finds the amazing scent excuse the Ahh-choos

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A Heart’s Love

When springtime calls, I willingly attend to wondrous wooings— light breezes rush to brush my face with 1,000 invisible kisses. Oh, kiss me again, warm winds. Overnight buds suddenly unfold in bloom. Delicate petals rise and fall in warm winds. Winged-flight birdsong bounces in air; fine-feathered friends dare not miss a time such as this, […]

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The Reader

      Monday morning a more bohemian me with beard and flannel shirt carries a typewriter through side streets and alleys, sneaks sub-rosa past the patio screen door into the studio apartment of the Reader.   He sits Mark Twain in jeans, a cheerful Ezra Pound smoking a joint, dwarfed by his huge mahogany […]

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The Woman Apostle

  They found the bones of her gospel in a clay urn, pieced together from torn pages of papyrus. Her story terraced in words forming a maze of womanhood. Enter   and find a pillar of wood, rope bridling the unlit bramble and a maiden about to burn for preaching abstinence.   Wander further and […]

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Voyeur

    Skylines bogie down quickly, clouds rush by like Cossacks – there is a funeral, there is jazz. Bourbon Street swells appropriately, for a local musician has died.   The porches above the streets are full of revelry and beads. The procession flows like Owsley’s acid from gutter to neon gutter. The dancing mimed, […]

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First Daffodil

  we turn looking twice at season’s first daffodil ground-level sunburst  

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Medical Matters

Resting in my hospital bed, my prognosis is hard to tell; but I’d be doing good if not for the people making me well.

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In Disco Days

  A lady who goes dancing each night, has a passion for tights colored bright. She says “I prefer those rather more than most hose; and so do all the men I delight.”

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Because Of Bear And Winter

This creature is a profound metaphor for our lives, for return and increase coming from something that seemed deadened.                                               Clarissa Pinkola Estes The sun becomes scattered bits of straw — while the landscape’s heat hibernates in clouds slumbering on the horizon.   Bird flight configures the sky with a paw print –black scratching off […]