May 2016
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As kids, we tied our fates to various inanimate yet participatory objects spun bottles Ouija boards dandelions professed proof of true loves brought cryptic messages all interpreted with certainty until the imagined magic wore off leaving us with our first taste of skepticism but the bottle could be redeemed for the deposit, the eye to… Read more
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From my book ‘Gathered Pinecones’ on sale now, in paperback or Kindle http://lrd.to/gathered-pinecones Moored Morning sun of summer wafting through open, lake-front window each day awakening with a squint, gasp soft-focus of seven-tree birch stand backlit by various shades of dawn filtered through tall jack pines on Huxtable Point, opposite, eastern side, of Horseshoe Lake… Read more
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From my book ‘Lost, found, holding on’ Available in paperback or Kindle http://lrd.to/p6rxzwIMnD Salonica, goneica She loves me, she loves me not Played that game as a kid, for fun with and without the flower played it frequently later, for keeps Won once or twice I have over picked my life’s quota of prophetic daisies,… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 