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Category Archives: Poetry
26 Years Ago
I remember 1991: Alaska cruising with my mom and dad. We got along quite well. That trip was fun and genial; we all agreed we had good times, and disembarked with memories as sparkling as the glacial ice we met. … Continue reading
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Toss
I note the cohort’s jettisoning stuff. The nests are emptying; now many toss possessions, recognize they’ve had enough, inhabit smaller residences, cross from house to condo furnished with support. And those of us with mental energy and physical ability report … Continue reading
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Neurology
She’s satisfied about her language skills, her memory is great, and she observes her fellows well, for she was schooled in drills of people-watching by her mom. But “nerves” she may not understand, she learned today. She knows she’s nervous … Continue reading
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Google Analytics
I hesitate to look at what I’ve wrought. I want to count my readers and I don’t. To understand how many viewed and caught my drift: okay. But then I worry: won’t too few depress me, and too many force … Continue reading
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Pail Content
I saw my house beneath as we increased our altitude, between hotel and field. Mt. Shasta ruled the picture for at least a fifth the flight, and when our arc was ceiled, we bellied down and I began to slow; … Continue reading
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Without Agenda
From 5 to 20 I was on a tear to raise myself to power and control. And then for decades I provided care to family and clients: juggled role and split attention, multi-tasking years. I had to itemize or come … Continue reading
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Science Sucker
I laughed at Dr. Atkins and I scoffed at Weston Price; I rolled my eyes when friends described their fasts. I held my facts aloft from theirs: with logic trained, dismissing trends, explaining the control of calories, I advocated breakfast; … Continue reading
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Remembering a Jewish Children’s Story
Young Abraham discovered God by thought. His father made stone idols, and that day a godless woman visited and bought an idol to replace one ripped away from her abode by robbers overnight. “But how can God be stolen?” wondered … Continue reading
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Chaff
A radar countermeasure from before I drew a breath, a noun that makes me laugh – is what I think of when you bring me more minute details – it’s like you scattered chaff around – my mental air is … Continue reading
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ExSpectation
I live alone. I’m over 65 and only work a little now. I find these days are nearly full enough. Alive and well, enjoying luck and cash or kind, I wake to writing words and reading news, I exercise at … Continue reading
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