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When the Dream Begins

When the dream begins you are not quite there; you love her rumpled face with the thousand-yard stare, and the dream begins. When the dream begins you focus on the now, you see the path ahead, but you don’t quite see the … Continue reading

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Intensities

Microscopic armies clash, silent until I cough. The universe seeks the life of my form, my protoplasm, my individual identity. The universe will always win the final war, but these small battles are mine, gaining humility and wisdom to give … Continue reading

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Warm and Round

The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading

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Surely Blue

The horizon is bright, high, blue and white, features hidden in layers of cotton. Where I live you cannot see this blue from the ground, the variations of it, the transition from bright to dark and back. I think I … Continue reading

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Haiku–Reading Tea Loves

Tea sips hot and sweet. Savoring closes my eyes. The Asian black loves. (top: webmd.com; bottom: filipek.genfolio.com)

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Haiku–Writing Wherever

(Note: you should check out Daniel von der Embse’s blog at writinginairplanes.com. jrs) To write or to nap; my home away from my home: writing in airplanes. Writing this journal wherever I’m traveling: working the home front. (top: pinterest.com; bottom: … Continue reading

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A Man’s Best Friend

Sleep is an illusion tonight I cannot afford. I pay endless bills to the dark disquiet I have accepted. Mortality closing in sometimes gets my best, until the dog comes and loves me, wondering why I’m still awake. My gratitude … Continue reading

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Haiku–Sticky Feet

Social media: a flypaper walk all day. Such is selling books. (from fredcavazza.net)

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No Place to Land

The eaves sing their songs, odd harmonies swirling with gulls as they wheel worried among the masts. The crows are hunkered somewhere in the green watching the blustery sway. The chickadees hold tight as near the trunks as they dare. … Continue reading

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Haiku–I Know Why the Caged Bird Springs

We are all human: a few of us light the way; Caged Bird rises free.   (from oprah.com)

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