Monthly Archives: June 2011

The Sky is Mute

The sky is mute this morning — has nothing to say — not even a suggestion of possibilities. It wears a veil to hide its beauty and I can only guess what it is holding back.

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INTRUDING

At this moment early in the morning it is so still outside I feel that if I rose from this recliner and opened the glass door to the deck I would be intruding.

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The Birds Stopped Singing

I don’t know if  birds are happy and therefore sing profusely in the morning or if that’s just what birds do whether they are sad or glad. The other morning I wasn’t in the mood to hear bird song as … Continue reading

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Milder Stuff

I saw quintessential luxury displayed on a TV channel — and  seconds later with an almost silent click stared poverty in the face. And then my finger tip took me to spectacular beauty — and then some violence. I’ve often … Continue reading

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MY CONTOUR SANDER 我的轮廓砂光机 Some folks 有些伙计 have love affairs 有风流韵事 with machines. 利用机器。 I’m one of those. 我是其中之一。 We fall in love 我们谈恋爱 because 由于 they serve our needs so well 他们大有裨益, 以及 and offer pleasure when employed. 并且提供乐趣,当雇用时。 … Continue reading

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MY CONTOUR SANDER

Some folks have love affairs with machines. I’m one of those. We fall in love because they serve our needs so well and offer pleasure when employed. My contour sander: a turn-on  for me every time I turn  it on. … Continue reading

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I’VE DECIDED TO RETURN

I try to think back to that time when I learned that the sun didn’t set — when I learned that what I thought was not the way it was. I cannot nail down that time when I began to … Continue reading

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FAILED EXPECTATIONS

The drug that works for me is costly and my insurance company doesn’t wish to offer fiscally anything to make me happy. They suggest another drug that I’ve already tried that doesn’t help a bit. I hesitate to delineate my … Continue reading

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WAITING FOR THE STORMS

The leaves are stiller than still — not a breath of air is moving. There is distant thunder. I am waiting, as are the trees. Soon I’ll hear rain drops fall upon the deck — about the time the wind … Continue reading

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INTRUDING

At this moment early in the morning it is so still outside I feel that if I rose from this recliner and opened the glass door to the deck I would be intruding.

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