Friday, October 21, 2011

THE GHOST TOWN

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THE GHOST TOWN Now that the birch closest to the porch is bare, I notice a large hornets’ nest: a ghost town, a wino’s abandoned bottle i...
Thursday, October 20, 2011

THE STILL POINT

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THE STILL POINT Where should I go/ so the wind can reach through me,/ so I can rifle through life while/ living it.--- From “Great Plai...
Wednesday, October 19, 2011

PAINTING RUINS

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PAINTING RUINS   The spicy smell of moldering leaves. On the barn roof, the shadow of a blue jay lands on the shadow of a limb.- --Dave...
Monday, October 17, 2011

HER EMPTY NEST

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HER EMPTY NEST By Albert B. Casuga Far away, farther than the sights of a bird perched on some craggy roost, I follow her every move in t...
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Saturday, October 15, 2011

A WRITER'S CRAFT

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A WRITER’S CRAFT Crevices flourish with signatures of moss. / They might not know it, but even they/ have stories to tell. All is elegy,...
Friday, October 14, 2011

RAIN DANCES

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RAIN DANCES Rain. And in the woods, a continual downward flight of leaves, meandering from side to side like all lost things. The rain fa...
Wednesday, October 12, 2011

OCCUPATION

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OCCUPATION There are sparrows occupying Wall Street, as we speak, their quavering notes, grown angry and provoked, scream their mantra: ...
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Saturday, October 8, 2011

THE CRUISE

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T HE CRUISE "We shall not cease from exploration/ And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started/ And know ...
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Friday, October 7, 2011

A FEEDING HEART

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A FEEDING HEART If you have a heart murmur, or if your heart/ murmurs to you what it wants/ or doesn’t want./Ask your doctor if your/...
Thursday, October 6, 2011

THE OTHER SOLITUDE

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THE OTHER SOLITUDE …what is it like to live by oneself? --- From “Dear Solitude” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa , 10-04-11 On my...