Monthly Archives: March 2015

MY AGE ON A PAGE

On this day when I went over the obituary column ignoring the names but focusing on the ages I came across five listings of folks younger than I before my age was matched.   Finally, an older one “showed up” … Continue reading

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INSPIRATION

Some wait for inspiration while others plunge ahead knowing not  what they’ll create but feel that they have a date — a deadline  that they need to meet.   I’m one of those who  does not wait but bring an … Continue reading

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WHAT A WAY

The golden sun is slowly sliding — setting behind the live oak trees that shape the western edges of  my sky. . Its light begins to break in pieces coming through the leafy branches — flickering  as the gradual turning … Continue reading

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PLEASE UNDERSTAND

I’ve been told that I’ve grown old by the mirror on the wall and I’ve been told that I write too much about the final threshold.     But this is a place I’ve come to know and this is … Continue reading

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THE VASTNESS OF AN ORDINARY MAN

Down in the recesses of my mind where so many memories dwell I call on them sometimes to entertain my waning self.   Sometimes the most beautiful are sad and I cannot dwell on them too long lest I wallow … Continue reading

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THOUGHTLESS

Lounging beneath the blue sky and feeling Florida’s April warmth I watched clouds playing.   The sun appeared now and then and when it did my warmth increased.   At some point I found rapture.   I took on the … Continue reading

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BEYOND THE MYSTERIES, DENIED

Once I had the wish — the need to know what lies beyond the grave. .   I thought that some men knew what  had eluded me — those who pontificated at funerals — who seemed so sure of things … Continue reading

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I DON’T KNOW MUCH

If  I hadn’t been told and believed those who told me — or if I hadn’t read it and believed the books I’d think that the sun rose most every morning.   If I hadn’t been told and believed those … Continue reading

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FROM A GRUNT TO FINGERTIPS

I  go way back to the cave man. My first ancestors grunted and waved their arms. A few thousand years later they had invented speech. Then some of them wrote — on rocks — on scrolls. Eventually there were books … Continue reading

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MOON SHAPES

Walking out into the dawn the other day I saw the moon, a sliver in the sky so small it nearly missed my eyes.   The next day I knew where to look and saw it, bigger than it was. … Continue reading

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