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Scratchy, scraping, raw pencil on paper causes her to stir she turns sleepily my way half smiles, half sneers rolls back the other way she thinks I am writing a paean to some ancient love or other stray reminisce, hopes its not some sappy ode to her Sometimes it is. Other times I am writing… Read more
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It wasn’t a muscle car, never garnered a ‘cool’ never showed up in a Beach Boys song (though we sure got around) friends thought me an automotive fool At 19, I bought a ’69 Plymouth Fury station wagon, brand new to some unknown nuclear-family when I was only 10. No family to haul on vacation,… Read more
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Never have I been further from my youth then when I returned to the scene of it places, people, things change time, people, lives elapse Going home is a metaphor smorgasbord; abandoned cabin overgrown with woods, withered by age dirt roads now paved familiar sights still sturdy though showing some age roadside greasy spoons now… Read more
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He lived his life with infectious, mirth- skewed hubris, flavored with a certain spiritual panache that inspired envy far more than disdain, admiration over ridicule and he never took any of it for granted. Women and men found him equally engaging he counted among his friends many who were far older, considerably younger than he.… Read more
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Can I take you to lunch? Can I take you upstairs? I have only an hour to go where I desire to be taken; taking time for longings, for lunch taking time is tempting as you tempt me, letting me be taken to lunch or taken elsewhere always hungry because I am always taken with… Read more
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Paperboy. ice-cream-scooper- slash-soda jerk; lumberjack, dishwasher donut-seller Early professions, pocket-money for adolescence, keen life-lesson reality checks still being cashed Passed the tests had some laughs Real, adult life, full-time living. Radio announcer. Construction-gopher census taker, house painter, shopping-mall Santa, radio station manager and pumpkin monger; more life lessons, more life lived, lived well Bellman, waiter,… Read more
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French Quarter coffee shop; ancient, transformed corner-building with a long view, a cloudy morning post-Saturday revelry, mingling with locals, the normal eclectic folks of ‘The Quarter’ just being; an older man, oblivious, sketches in a large pad, a young woman writes in a leather-clad journal, multiple laptops are in use, a variety of newspapers strewn… Read more
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Playful rat terrier with ball prancing triumphantly invoking her regal dignity; four-legged, conquering Kahn entering the wooden fenced city, blue ball clenched in death grip by jagged teeth ‘All hail the hero dog!’ Slobber-coated, bell-encasing rubber sphere lays in the grass where pretending-truculence dog has dropped it to subjugate knotted rope segment instead; fickle, dog-gone… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 