Category Archives: Home

From a Fan Fan

I thought my little cottage needed screens –I had them on the wish list from the start.But reconstruction soaked up all my meansbefore we got to insect blocks. In partI was okay with screen delay – they thwartthe bugs but … Continue reading

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Cardboard Mystery

So now the students share the bins with me.They even pull them, early, to the curb.I wrote – they sent sincere apology,and I thought (prematurely) they could learn(in spite of their hysteria at beesthey misidentified as hornet hordes).But when I … Continue reading

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Conditional Release

If we believe reports about the shot,I must be 95% immuneright now, but no one knows how long we’ve gotbefore protection lapses, or how soona variant will conquer. May and Juneare clear for me – July without a doubt.I’d better … Continue reading

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The Shining

I’m tidy, and my house is sailboat-small.I spot-clean when I notice pollen, dust,or webby threads. I seldom clean it allat once, but yesterday I tackled much,although I used no mop or alcohol.Removing skylight screens, I worked a brush.I swept and … Continue reading

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Home Alone

I haven’t got a thing I want to say.I can’t imagine any companythat might inspire me to talk today,although I diagnose no lethargyor sadness, for my health and sanityappear as well as normal. I don’t moanand can’t complain of any … Continue reading

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The Girls and the Insects

The rooms above the place across the yardhave been to grad school coeds rented out.They’re cute, but seem to find their work so hard,they have no time to haul a bin. They doubttheir tenant skills; they both have lived withoutthe … Continue reading

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Dry Winter

I can’t control the weather or the sea.I’m powerless to stop the viral spread.My loved ones act like they’re ignoring me,so self-esteem is found in my own head.I’m old enough I don’t bemoan. Instead,accepting drought and doom, I damp my … Continue reading

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Spring Cleaning

It’s usually the fall that triggers meto start a project or to modify,but I am springing now – I want to beengaged, outside, among. I long to trymy feet again, at urban liberty.For now, I aim to clean this place, … Continue reading

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To Market

The lights are on across the yard again,illuminating nothing for no eyes,as careless stagers try to merchandise. Accessorizing and arranging whento open house, installing clean disguise,the lights are on across the yard again,illuminating nothing for no eyes. The seats where … Continue reading

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Real Estate

The place across the yard’s for sale,so now it’s looking fresh and clean.It’s staged to view and should be seenby someone seeking smaller scale. New paint, no dust, precise detail:the seller sees what could have been.The place across the yard’s … Continue reading

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