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What I have inflicted on life and its responsorials and reprisals on me have proven that regrets teach – if you do the homework things, events once inexplicable are simply lessons learned in an evolving matriculation; tuition deferred, knowledge incurred, debits carried forward, erased Unlike my youthful self I am far less Dylanesque, unless positively… Read more
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I eschew sex. Firmly entrenched in middle age I have found the act wanting, boring the physicality dull, unimaginative old hat Sex has lost its interest in me shunning sex, I have discovered making love It is the side effect of experience the residue of having love, lost, found I am the artist who has… Read more
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Fresh sun drips from above low-hanging fruit; a new day awaits harvest from the sagging branch of an ancient black walnut yawning, stretching its limbs crackling, groaning arthritic objection in the breeze sitting in the shelter of dawn, I mimic the tree in awakening agreement Read more
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I was once a New Year’s resolution a young woman I worked with at a large hotel greeted me passionately, spontaneously, in the grand lobby flinging her arms unannounced around my neck, first kiss of a new year January first. Our first kiss, and last wouldn’t have been either had that new year come the… Read more
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You cannot pursue your epiphany Elmer Fudd-like True, wascally revelation is cunning, coy, indiscriminate – charmingly droll, visceral with twinkling eye To hunt your trophy epiphany, to blindly stalk personal truth is just taking a walk. Truth – truth be told – is far more cunning than you are much more adept at being the… Read more
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My mom found the dead chipmunk I had brought home from the lake. It was the end of the summer I was ten; the stripe-tailed rodent had come home at peace in a blue and black JC Penney shoebox I said contained ‘stuff.’ He sure looked stuffed. A car – or maybe Ivar’s Jeep –… Read more
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Looking in the mirror I see the faces of a lifetime in midstream sometimes it’s a group photo – staged formality that doesn’t fit there are candid shot mornings and wide-angle shots that distort while others crowd everyone together but not everybody fits in the frame but the picture gets taken anyway. Looking in the… Read more
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My mistress is verisimilitude a pliant robust and imminently sensual lover. Her knowledge of love,extensive, welll used on the likes of me and I have no complaints of how she treats me nor she of I. We talk we love, share passions that can only be shared by kindred souls who meet only on the… Read more
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Reading the patina-seasoned bronze postcard at my feet stokes no inner desire of mine to travel Details are scarce; dates, no places. This is premium vacation time, a long time coming traveling solo; no timeshares, no all-inclusive-cruise – hostel or hostile? No clue, just reading the postcard No routine platitudes, clichés; ‘having wonderful time’ ‘wish… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 