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I burn for you. Remembering school hallway posters advising when in flames, stop, drop, roll. Subconsciously heeding long suppressed laminated pictograms I have resisted the urge to do the safe thing whenever you walk in as my resulting floor gyrations would lack the panache to qualify as a mating dance ala National Geographic Still, I Read more
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Some think we’re simply running away not believing that what we are running to is something, someplace that needs us just as much as we need it Just the act of running moves you away from something, towards something else life is running; not living is sitting still We are running away; running away from Read more
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Vestiges of then subtly shade the now today is decorated with yesterday’s hues accenting modern life with retro-chic shades life-makeovers via t.v. show gurus who use family tschotskes as odd focal points visual statements from an old magazine viewed in current settings; obligatory oohing-and-ahhing at the big reveal fading into jaundiced indifference once the show Read more
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The daughter of close friends looks at my son like that they have known each other since first grade – a time when looking at each other like that would have been unthinkable; icky, gross…dis-GUS-ting! Now she looks at him like that When I first noticed her looking his obliviousness was a comfort but now Read more
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first light of day bright silence rules sun, fresh coffee illuminate fleeting, holy solemnity First steaming mug is communion, a shared indulgence professing to dog; Rat-terrier, canine father-confessor What can I say? We’re Protestants Read more
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The faith of middle age bears little resemblance to the spirituality of youth what passed for insight at twenty was a liturgical hedonism of belief The faith of my middle years is more tangible, palpable, believable, less explainable but far more credible to anyone bothering to pay attention. Read more
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She is reclining, reading on bed or couch; on her side, jean-clad legs in fetal curl, head propped up on cocked, sensual elbow, other hand holding the book her eyes flitting through her fiction sometimes she is on her back, nestled in pillows, engrossed, both hands grasping stomach-resting book bare feet crossed at the ankles Read more
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Like a shadow you know is there but disappears when you turn to confront it it’s there, but he’s not Following discreetly, benignly nourish part of the atmosphere minus the trench coat Sometimes light diffuses instead of illuminates My father’s memory, legacy, aura follows me no, I am not paranoid just aware of the oddly Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 