Category Archives: Home

Like a Set

In 1944, when it was made,the owner was permitted to constructa cottage in the yard, on level grade,and in the northeast corner it was tuckedagainst two boundaries, beneath the shadeof trees and vines, rough-cornered and good-lucked.It’s like a set for … Continue reading

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Nice Neighbor Noise

I opt to walk and dislike windy storm,so I elect to dwell without a view.I hunker in a garden, shaded, warm,but miss eclipse and pyrotechnics, too.And walkable means density. It’s true:diversity my neighborhood enjoys.So I can spy and eavesdrop on … Continue reading

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North Wall

The gate was open and I took a peek.The house was empty. No one was around.My little cottage, tiny and unique,abuts their yard and decorates their ground.I never see my north side. Is it sound?I gazed at painted boards and … Continue reading

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Saying Goodbye to Cable

I’ve paid for cable TV 30 years,and all my life I’ve used a landline phone.And as for Comcast Internet, it nearsabout as long as cable in my home.It’s primitive, I know, but many peersare likewise habit- and nostalgia-prone.My son stepped … Continue reading

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Irrigation

I love the sound of winter rain.I’d love it August, May or June.But we don’t get that warm refrain,so I’ll enjoy the sprinklers’ tune.

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May Garden

It’s time to turn the sprinklers on. TodayI checked the settings and I flipped the switch.We used to wait until the end of May,but winter didn’t pour on rain enough.The situation elsewhere’s worse. They saythat west of Rocky Mountains all … Continue reading

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Avo Bath

There was no actual calamity –a canceled train one way, and coming back,computers down and signs no one could see,while in between my sleep was short and slack.I witnessed toddler tears, frustrated glee,and tired parents’ optimism black.I made it home. … Continue reading

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Bone Yard

While reading news about how far we’ve sunk,I heard a thud of something hit the deck.I looked to find the reason for the clunk,and there was evidence of body wreckthat dropped from high. It wasn’t any skunk.A squirrel or raccoon … Continue reading

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The Wisteria Surprise

Wisteria I purchased to replacean older plant that was a casualtyof tradesmen working in this crowded space,is trying in my shady yard to bea healthy specimen, with purple laceabloom in spring. That’s the varietywe planted, so I’m startled by this … Continue reading

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Rebuttal

My habitat is hidden from the street.I bought it for its perfect privacyamid a zone hospitable to feet,where I can hunker, carless, and be freefrom anybody dropping by. My dooris locked and I don’t want to be surprised.I’ve learned I … Continue reading

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