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May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries from May 2012: Part 1

5/1 Dream Scenes: I I skateboard up the hill past families slowly walking up in the twilight from the Van’s market car-less parking lot where two ghost, one tall and one small, stand faintly glowing. A thin, brown faced woman … Continue reading

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April Thoughts: A Dream, Some Commentary, and A Poem

4/27/12 Dream: I am the head of a family in which everyone is running for president. I am trying to lead them in ways of wisdom. “In the next few minutes there will be a wasp trapped in a spider’s … Continue reading

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By the Way, We Are All Worm Food in the End. Just Sayin.

Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull by George Gordon Byron   Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, … Continue reading

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November Visitor

Bee buzzing  at the backdoor glass Riding my shoe Flies out into the wet garden I was thinking of a Jethro Tull song as the first line came to me. I’ll let you guess which one.

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Thoughts Written on A Church Program on the Twenty-fifth Sunday after Pentecost

People are people everywhere not good or bad just trying to survive. Some try to connect across the infinite divide of solitude. Most fail. Some are never given a chance to connect and are thrown aside in disdain. Some are … Continue reading

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