Author Archives: Russ

My Clock

I made the cherry clockseveral years ago —that is, I fashioned its faceand made room behind itto hold a clever little devicethat holds its “works”. A  small shaft pokes through its faceto which one can attach handsthat go round and … Continue reading

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MY POACHED EGG

As I tapped the eggon the edge of a nearby glassand felt its shell yieldmy fingertips tightenedand I pulled. Moving my chicken’s giftover  a pan of hot waterI opened its shelland dropped a golden yolksurrounded by a syrupy massthat turned … Continue reading

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AS REALITY SHRINKS

As one’s reality shrinkshis memories expand’til one’s realityis mostly remembering. Old photos, if enlistednurture many of our  thoughtsof days gone by. But they have their limitationsand compete with body issuesthat can intrude uponthe blessings of our yesteryears. Sometimes we would … Continue reading

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MANIPULATING

My memoriesplay peek-a-boo with me. They come and gowithout my arranging. But now that I have many yearsI have time to stir them up —and even have the audacityto make some changes —usually to make me better than I was. … Continue reading

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WHEN I OPEN UP MY MOUTH

Sometimeswhen I’m  in the mood for self pityI open up my mouth soliciting  responsesand though I may get what I seekI am seldom satisfied. Sometimeswhen I am in the moodfor a peanut butter and jelly sandwichon raison breadI open up … Continue reading

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THE COUNTY JAIL

The county jail of York, MEwas about a hundred yardsfrom the Congregational parsonage. I lived in that parsonageas one of its ministersback in the early fifties. I never thought to visit the inmateswho lived across the street. True, they didn’t … Continue reading

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WHO ARE THEY?

The couple who walked into our dining hallwere new to the old folks there. They gathered so many of our gazes.  Was he a significent-otheror just a brother?           Maybe they’s been married to each othera … Continue reading

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I BUILT A BOAT

If you call getting a boat kit in the mailand spending about fifty hours assembling itbefore you felt confident that it would floatthen I can say “I built a boat!” And then I sailed it!I sailed it around the Long … Continue reading

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IF I WRITE ABOUT IT

Not much goes on around herethat is of great interestso I thought I’d submit some newsthat reflects our curremt rendezvouswith excitement. Bob said that he was aboutto have his toenails cut. And then he did  —but when I saw himhe … Continue reading

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AWAKE SMILING

The dream portion of my headallowed me to rise up out of bedand go walking through some woods —through some Yankee woods. My sleepmate was beside meand together we crunched some leaves’til we came to a levee. There we stoppedand … Continue reading

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