Monthly Archives: February 2009

A MOON WATCH

The other evening when the full moon rose it wore a veil of clouds. I saw it first behind some winter trees whose branches looked like little ropes restraining it. Soon the moon broke free and climbed into the sky. … Continue reading

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NOT JOYFULLY EXPECTED

She waited ‘til she was ninety four before she told us. She was not joyfully expected except by her sister who seemed to be the only one who cared. Her cradle was a dresser drawer. That sister went to Vasaar … Continue reading

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MAD LUCILLE

She was on her balcony staring at life below — leaning on a railing that suddenly gave way. Soon Lucille was lying where she had been looking. Lucille told me this while sitting in her wheel chair. The administration had … Continue reading

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THE KETCHUP BOTTLE

Nearly two yeas ago when we hosted a neighborhood picnic someone contributed a very large bottle of ketchup and did not want tt back when the festivities were over. So we were stuck with it. The bottle barely fit into … Continue reading

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THE PINK NUMERALS

It seemed all of a sudden (but it had been all night) when my right eye caught sight of the pink numerals telling time in the dark. My left eye was buried in a pillow. That clock was the first … Continue reading

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THEIR YIELDING TIME

The OLD can’t say they’ve been deprived of years — cannot complain they’ve not been given time to do some good in life. And as they near its end sometimes they feel they stand in line to step upon that … Continue reading

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THE INTRUSION

The weather channel which I watch assiduously at the beginning of each day as well as the news channels which I take in in order not to be too optimistic as I marvel at the coming of each morning as … Continue reading

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‘CAUSE WE MUST

There are others out there somewhere — most everywhere doing what I am doing now: gathering words — words that make commentary on what’s inside us or on what surrounds us. Some of us describe quite well while others only … Continue reading

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MY LASSO

I think in circles – thoughts go round and round like tumble weeds. But when I take a pen my thoughts begin to straighten out — slow down enough for me to harness them. My pen, my lasso that helps … Continue reading

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THE SILHOUETTES

It looked to me as I walked in the early winter morning that someone as big as God had gone to a pile of sticks and removed them one by one and stuck them in a haphazard fashion along the … Continue reading

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