Monthly Archives: November 2013

THE YOUNG DRIVER

  When she first squirreled her way into our Versa it was the steering wheel she grabbed.   But soon she became intrigued with various levers: the windshield wipers and the signal lights.     Then it was the horn … Continue reading

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MY THANKSGIVING NOTES TODAY

  I  woke up feeling thankful for my school — Hand School — grades 1 though 12 — one big square building with twelve class rooms and a music room some offices plus a basement where we ate lunch with … Continue reading

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I CAN’T HELP MYSELF

There are those people who walk into a room and their presence is poignant.   Sometimes folks stop talking as if some electricity zips their mouths shut.   There are those people who walk into a room and nobody notices … Continue reading

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THE VOICE OF THE DAWN

  Sometimes the dawn comes whispering.   I am always listening and I am intrigued by its voice speaking to my eyes.   Sometimes its brilliant colors in the east seem to shout so much beauty I  can hardly take … Continue reading

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I’M EIGHTY-SIX

  I’m eighty- six. There are plenty of eighty-six year olds around — some in great shape — others poor. Who was the first man to become that old? How long ago was that? What did he look like? What … Continue reading

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HUGGING

  Sometimes when you say good-bye you know the hugs you hug will never be repeated.   Sometimes when you say good-bye your expectations are that there’ll be many more — and on some occasions fate does intervene.   Sometimes … Continue reading

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MORE TO MARVEL AT

When I marvel at what my fingertips can do: just a touch and many poems fly out of here to places far and near — it is a different kind of marveling than when I stand in awe before a … Continue reading

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FOUR WOMEN AND A MAN

  I walked with four women the other day.   A friend I had, visited and then the visitor had friends all who wanted to walk in the dawn.   Thus was created a small cadre — four women and … Continue reading

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BRIEFLY I’M UNDONE

I’m laid back in my recliner looking at  white clouds that change their shape as they pass by.   And I see the little white dog that I lost three years ago.   I can’t forget that little white dog … Continue reading

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MORE ON THE MOON

I have noticed this before but have  never mentioned it to anyone near me or far away from me — that the moon after being full shrinks a little each day and rises later.   That is often what humans … Continue reading

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