Monthly Archives: April 2011

TWILIGHT TIME

At first we saw small patches of the sun light shine upon the pasture. And they slowly moved toward  distant trees which they climbed with ease to reach their very top. And then it was the clouds that took the … Continue reading

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THREE KEYS

Three keys have  I — three keys have I I thought were safe — three keys that  have opened my various worlds for many years, and now I hold them in my hand and study their grooves and rub a … Continue reading

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DOG

The philosopher, Nietzsche dealt with a lot of pain in his latter years. He named his pain DOG. His dog was faithful and followed him around all the day long. When he went to bed at night he was right … Continue reading

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BETTER DAYS?

Oh my, oh me, “the best is yet to be” has come and gone and Browning’s song eventually is wrong. How do we cope with little hope that life will offer better days than what has been? And if we’ve … Continue reading

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A NEW NAME

I’ve decided to change the name I’m known by — to make it “OR” instead of “Russ”. “OR” stands for “Old Russ”. My parents named me “Ralph Russell” but I shed the “Ralph” when I became a sailor back in … Continue reading

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THAT’S FINE WITH ME

E-mails come to this screen I am now looking at and flyers arrive in our P. O. Box encouraging me to GET INVOLVED. Once upon a time I was very involved and now I don’t want to be. This is … Continue reading

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RESISTANCE

The darkness has to work to cover daffodils and forsythia. As it descends I notice yellow resisting nighttime like children who do not want to go to bed.

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PANTS POCKETS

I would like to thank the inventor of pants pockets. So handy for handkerchiefs and change and  keys — and most of all: hands. I  like that best of all about pockets. I don’t know  what I’d do if  my … Continue reading

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SEEDS

While eating some sections of oranges the other day, I marveled at how the tongue, assisted by some muscles in the mouth  and jaw and cheeks manipulate the contents until the seed and nothing else is left and then it’s … Continue reading

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ON MEMORY

Not only do I forget what I once memorized but I can scarcely memorize anymore. But I do recall a poem by Ogden Nash. It goes like this: ADAM HADDEM. Send this to all of your friends who are involved … Continue reading

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