Monthly Archives: July 2015

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Today may be perfection relative to Wednesday evening’s mute anxiety. My son is unconcerned now to forgive a cruel ex-friend, and time was remedy for canine illness. (Shelby wouldn’t try her food and Danny couldn’t cry or grin. This Wednesday … Continue reading

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Sanity & Susan (3 of 3)

They conversed throughout that evening. She wasn’t fascinated but she wasn’t exactly bored. They sat side by side on the couch after dinner, sipping coffee and brandy, talking only to each other because Denise and Chuck were settling a geography … Continue reading

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Sanity & Susan (2 of 3)

Susan is a practical Western woman. She lives in Berkeley California but she doesn’t believe in astrology or the power of crystals or pyramids. She has never been drawn to meditation or Eastern philosophy. But everyone knows what goes around … Continue reading

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Sanity & Susan (1 of 3)

The creek ran murky the day Susan met Siggy, and she hit a cat near the elementary school. Those were probably omens, and they shouldn’t have been ignored. Like all omens, the circumstances were not in Susan’s control. Her house … Continue reading

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Whimsy

Respecting whimsy, with its silly grin, its quiet self-amusing attitude, I recognize I like it and begin to celebrate its quality. As crude as silk as rough as cloud all whimsy drifts like morning fog. It’s slapstick’s opposite. As light … Continue reading

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Plumage

My daughter is conspicuous: as loud as right, as upright as a standing bird. She fire-dreams hot prophecy, endowed with self-renewing love for every word. Flamingo-balanced phoenix: don’t despair, to hear them publish who should journalize. Regard them irregardless; smell … Continue reading

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Impatience

Impatience was my temper as a child, and I could never list serenity as any teenage asset. I was wild with my lust to have control of me. If increments of wisdom come with age, then maybe I can start … Continue reading

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