Category Archives: Personality

Books and the Bookstore

I walked into a bookstore and securedthe lowest-paying job I loved the best.I got to spend my days with dust, immuredamid used books, near maps, at the behestof inattentive managers. I soldthe stuff I craved; I dealt in print with … Continue reading

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I Don’t Suppose

I don’t suppose you’ll stop advising me,although I’m seldom sad or prone to lows.Your strong suit isn’t your sagacity,I don’t suppose. Your reading’s always fictional and prose.And though you say you relish history,your own mishaps don’t put you on your … Continue reading

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Under the Skin

Repeatedly she self-describes aloud.“Emotional” she calls her point of view.She’s plugging into feelings, and she’s proudto publicize what’s in her heart as true.She makes me recollect the man who claimedhe’s so endowed and full of empathyhe’s almost paralyzed – he’s … Continue reading

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Moody Mystery

Is this unease I feel? What’s bugging me?My health is good, the weather’s fine; todayI have no tasks, no place I have to be,and as I run an intimate survey,I’ve not offended friends or family.I haven’t lost my memory or … Continue reading

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10K

I’ve walked for transportation 60 years,and seldom counted steps except when bored,or treading stairs to shift kinetic gearsand reach a railroad platform. I affordmyself a lot of time without an app reward,odometer, or any figured goal.But I’ve a phone I … Continue reading

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Why I Walk (An Acrostic Sonnet)

Without a doubt this is my exercise.However old or sore I grow to be,You’ll notice I am walking, body-wiseIn every weather, till adversityWithholds me, trips me, interrupts my flow.And I can list the benefits I win,Like movement, and the way … Continue reading

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Disclosive

Disclosive is my preference, but I tryto filter speech so it won’t seem unkind.I’m never like my mother, whose replyis often what looms loudest in her mind.I’d rather not keep secrets or be sly –to tell the truth I’ll always … Continue reading

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Then Again

It’s not that I’m still tired when I wake,and wheel my feet to floor and head to rise.But often I’m inclined to take a breakfrom any wonted form of exercise.I feel a little impulse to rebelagainst the claim of bike … Continue reading

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Subtlety

The only friend who reads these posts won’t mindI’m writing how I’m glad she cancelled lunch.I’ve traveled, worked and visited. I’m kindof burned-out interacting. I’ve a hunchI’ll heal at home in solitude, inclinedto read and rest and stretch and do … Continue reading

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Unfiltered

My mother never filters her own speechamong her family or closest friends.Whenever I’d correct her and beseechher to speak gentler, she’ll excuse herselfby claiming that such freedoms only reachto those she loves the most. She’ll justifyimpulsive with affection’s guise on … Continue reading

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