Category Archives: Home

Rest After the Overnight

I woke at 4 this morning, after 6unbroken hours fast asleep in bed,to see the dark of rain on wood and bricks.I hadn’t heard its patter overhead.My slumber was too solid – I was deadto interruption, deep in dreaming rest.I … Continue reading →

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Word Origin

I love to be at home, but here’s the rub –no matter how determined I’m to rest,relaxing on my couch or in the tub,attempting to feel easy, lazy, blessed,I notice what needs dusting, or I scruba surface I ignored when … Continue reading →

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A Brief Note

Haven’t written today. If I had it would beperhaps on the way my home’s precious to me.Though it may be cliche to pursue privacy,if asked I would say here I’m perfectly free.

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Requiem for a Polecat

For 14 years I’ve lived in this back yard.Accustomed to its fauna and inuredto critter evidence, still this is hard.It’s sadder than a headless hummingbird,and more upsetting than a ‘possum, deadupon the deck and in the rain.At 9 a.m. I … Continue reading →

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Harbinger

September 6 isSummer still. Against my facea breeze recalls Fall.

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Hole in the Wall

This little cottage suits my need for space,and privacy and pleasure for each sense.I saw, I bought, I moved into the place,and though I spent a little for some fence,I haven’t added screens. When heat’s intenseI open doors – my … Continue reading →

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HOA

Four households share this real estate with me.My cottage sits behind the box in frontfor others and our shared facility.We constitute an HOA of five,consuming resources unequally,for some use more or less, and I’m alonewith dedicated gas utility.I’ve kept the … Continue reading →

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Variety

I heard the sprinklers fire while in bed.I rolled supine and opened morning eyesto evidence of rain above my head –the spattered glass of skylights a surprise.Two hundred miles east there’s heat instead,and low humidity, and blood-red skies.We’re California big … Continue reading →

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Day 8

Five lovely days with 5 I like a lot,and then an afternoon amid 4 more,all finished with a Sunday brunch we gotwhere Mom’s recovering – back on her floorbut slower, with a walker – not a chorebut still a stressor. … Continue reading →

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A Dry Wet

The leaf and leak patrols are out in force.I hear the power mowers, and I seethe EBMUD driver, in his truck of course,on cell phone while awaiting company.Surmising leaks they seek to find the source;our soaring bills denote a mystery.The … Continue reading →

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