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Walking in November Part II: the Barn, Some Clouds and the Blue Sky Chair

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Walking in November Part 1: Holly and Trees

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Last night I dreamed Roy Rogers died…

Originally posted on The First Gates:
Roy Rogers was my first boyhood hero. For a time, around the age of three or four, I refused to answer to “Morgan,” insisting that my parents call me Roy. Me as Roy, probably…

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In Spite of All the Hounds in Hell

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to … Continue reading

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Between the Lines Something Stirs Deeper

The lives of plants [are] more stirring than a detective story. The musculature of the back in motion dances a ballet. This piece of fabric should be set to music and that jar of preserves is a poem of ingenuity…You … Continue reading

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