Monthly Archives: January 2011

THE SCAT SOUND

It is unspellable though it sounds a bit like German. The birds and the squirrels have heard it often, as have I. She means to only frighten squirrels. The sound is quite effective but only briefly works to free the … Continue reading

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FOR MEN ONLY

The first pants I remember wearing were knickers. After putting them on I, like all the boys I knew buttoned them. Long pants came along and for the most part replaced knickers. But they still had buttons. Then came the … Continue reading

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OLD LADY  AT THE CHECK OUT COUNTER

She was so certain that she could find seventeen cents at he bottom of her purse. She rummaged through its contents: a tube of lipstick — her wallet and a pen — a crumpled kleenex — a small note pad … Continue reading

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DREAMS OF MINE

Most dreams of mine I cannot find when wakefulness appears. I see them slowly fade away becoming strangers when just awhile ago they held me in their charms. But every now and then a dream replays itself and then replays … Continue reading

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THE GIANT BROOM

The early sun makes long tree shadows that sweep across the frost that lays upon the lawn. I see the shadows as a giant broom that  sweeps away the silver from the grass. And though I know the frost would … Continue reading

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SNOW PATCHES

Snow patches adorn the landscape which so recently was  clothed in white. Each hour they shrink yielding in this January thaw that teases us with possibilities before another storm  asserts that winter owns this season still. But for the  moment … Continue reading

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DARK NIGHT

There are no stars nor moon but the storms are gone and I thought they’d be in the sky tonight as I looked to reclaim the space in heaven I have often sought for  celestial reassurances. But I will wait … Continue reading

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STOMPING

I‘ve not yet lost my ability to stomp nor have I lost my appreciation for that particular word that feels on the tongue so much like the action it describes. Just came back from walking through some thawing snow — … Continue reading

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CLOSURE

They told me it would be good for closure to spread his ashes in those places where we had walked in our many happy mornings. Being a neophyte to grief I complied. If closure came I  did not recognize it. … Continue reading

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SOME QUESTIONS

Do I decide the things I ponder or is there some giver of my thoughts outside the realm of me that makes suggestions to my mind? I don’t think I’m always in control of  what unfolds behind and above my … Continue reading

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