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Alien Aging Lessons

My mother never taught me anythingI valued. She suppressed my every ask,regaled with superstitions, couldn’t bringherself to laughter, ever in a taskor planning more, and even facing death,the only lesson I derive is notto mimic her. I will not waste … Continue reading

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On Broadway

An ordinary Tuesday afternoonexcept for an appointment down the street,I walked six blocks, arrived a little soonand then sat down with whom I chose to meet.Our business took an hour to complete.I thanked the banker and reversed my stroll.The ambience … Continue reading

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Gratuitous Nastiness

It isn’t meet to always voice complaint.I watch you pick minutiae like a sweetconfection you ingest without restraint.It isn’t meet. You needn’t be enraged at someone’s tweet,or accidental overcharge. You taintyour talk with bullying, or snarling bleat. And bolstering your … Continue reading

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Yoga for Writers

I try to practice yoga every day,for finally I’m old enough to getthe value in its calling for outlayof energy less frantic than a setof heart-sped effort metered for display.And yesterday’s has underpinned this rhyme –the posing picked for writers … Continue reading

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Admission of Arrogance

Although I sort this work, I haven’t yetproduced selected stanzas on a theme,a chapbook or a comprehensive set.But I could issue volumes on the streamof my friend’s arrogance. To not forgeta moment when she saw herself, extremeand cocky, and confessed … Continue reading

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A Little Schadenfreude

A friend declared she’s furious abouta minor retail act she disapproves.It minded me how often she will spoutwith indignation, like its flavor moves.The way my mother gathers energyfrom negative emotions, I well know.I turn the scope to next examine me … Continue reading

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Wee Control

It’s obvious, but someone had to teachus to respect his narrow point of view.The man is altered – now his feet can’t reachthe attic or the basement in his home.A stroke six years ago beset, with breachin brain and his … Continue reading

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Summer Cleaning

There spans an oblong redwood deck betweenmy one-room home and mini office shed.I dragged the flexy hose to it, to cleantwo months of droppings off its planks, insteadof calling for the pressure wash I meanto have before this summer goes … Continue reading

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Somebody’s Dogwood

If I had space, I’d plant a dogwood treewhere lemons fail to grow, outside my place.Its leaves and blooms would please abundantly,if I had space. But there’s no room for new roots to embrace,and adding shade would block good light … Continue reading

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Distracted

Thrice seventeen was in my head today,increased a hundredfold, to be exact.It didn’t bear significance, I say,reminding me of neither thought nor fact.But pondering, I spilled to my dismaya little salt. I let that dream distractme mixing saline for a … Continue reading

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