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The Collector

Amazed at images of light, he must progress to oil after four pastels, advance from clay to filigree of rust in eighteen metal pours. He never sells his acquisitions; yearly he’ll adjust his wiring, add a shelf, pull walls apart. … Continue reading

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Spider

A thousand spider webs depend on eaves, enjoin the plants, embroider autumn air. September drinks the chlorophyll from leaves while I walk into webbing everywhere. A strand of stickiness across my face, resisting my impatient fidget twitch, annoying as a … Continue reading

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Concrete Thoughts

I fell on the sidewalk on May 6 of this year. And I tripped and had a bad financial district stumble a year ago in February. I’ve learned about my mind and body as a result of those mishaps, but … Continue reading

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Oxymoron

… is one. Really. Oxys is from the Greek for “sharp,” and moros is the same Greek “foolish, dull” that brought us moron. Oxymoron means sharp-dull. The dictionary says the word is a figure of speech in which opposite or … Continue reading

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The View from Our Table

I watched a couple dine last night, instead of paying strict attention to my host. I didn’t see the garden as I fed my eyes with her and him. They shared pot roast and dense souffle. Each drank a different … Continue reading

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Tesseract

I understand that the term was coined in 1888 by Charles Howard Hinton. He took it from the Greek words tesserais actines, which mean four rays. A tesseract is also called a hypercube or a 4-cube. Simply put, a tesseract … Continue reading

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Metaphoraging

Adrift I am, and starting to float free of old relationships I wouldn’t rock. I wallow from the harbor clumsily but as the distance grows between the dock and me, I find a purchase for my keel. I stretch within … Continue reading

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Bad Teachers

I don’t want to sound disrespectful. I know the good ones won’t take it personally because this doesn’t apply to them. But I’m tired of pretending that all teachers (or soldiers) are heroes. Sure their jobs are important. But not … Continue reading

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Decadence and Hedonism

I wondered a few days ago if the words decadence and decade were related, which made me first consider how decadence differs from hedonism, and later look the words up. No relation. Decadence comes to us from the Latin decadere … Continue reading

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Waking

At the risk of repeating myself, I like living alone. As an only daughter I was the one in my family who had a single room. I spent so much time there, both parents tried to nag or shame me … Continue reading

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