Category Archives: mindworks

Saying Yes to a Little Risk

Every Sunday afternoon I drive to laundromat to do my families weekly clothes washing and most Sunday’s as I drive there I listen to middle of a podcast called the Tobolowsky files which are stories that character actor Stephen Tobolowsky … Continue reading

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Two February Dream Poems

                       Bound In the embrace of her muscular fur,          Her claws puncture my hand, her imperious                     Teeth close by my face. I have to hold her, or she … Continue reading

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Five Days In January

January 7, 2012 I sit at my desk and read “The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster” by Richard Brautigan, all at  once without a break, 102 poems, short easy to engage with like comfort food. I have read these … Continue reading

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Commentary On the Unsettled Skies of March and Other Random Thoughts

“People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson As I write or avoid writing, I look out the window and see the parade of storms and … Continue reading

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Beginning a New Year: Three Dreams and A Poem

  1/2/2012 Part I Dream Conversation: “Someone who was really good with candles,” the round headed man said trying to convince me that he had no agenda. Sly sideways glances told me he was after something he didn’t want me … Continue reading

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