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Gathering In
I gather them all in as often as I can, holding them in my hands, trying to capture every drop and drink so deeply I never come up for breath. Memory collects and fills and overflows my fingers. The bedtime songs “again…again…again…”, and me, so very tired that even when I knew I should be…
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Photos & Synthesis
I’ve left it too late. That’s the sad truth in my own mind, and perhaps the sad truth, period. Instead of risking it and putting more of myself out there for judging and critique when I was young, taking creative risks when I should have been fearless, with time to hone skills and do something about it,…
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Catbird
I say you, and you are Wren on the fence. Tail straight up, so little. Proud, spunky, joyful. Your song shakes your body, needle beaked mouth wide open to the sky and singing singing singing your song. That swoopy flight with a whirring blur of little brown wings, after slow moths, sleepy flies, unlucky beetles.…
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Water
“The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.” ― Raymond Carver, Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems These photos were taken on a hike at Worlds End State Park, Forksville,…
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Laws Concerning Food and Drink; Household Principles; Lamentations of the Father by Ian Frazier – The Atlantic
This is brilliant. And laugh out loud funny. And so reassuring. Enjoy. Magazine – Laws Concerning Food and Drink; Household Principles; Lamentations of the Father – The Atlantic.
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The Run
I think I’m a runner. It still feels like I’m pretending when I say that about myself. Over the years I’ve run in spurts. Fits and starts. Then stops. The stops lasting much longer than the starts. But a couple of years ago I started again with a new resolve for a new reason. With…
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Every Day, Beauty
“For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.” — George Gissing
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Walking Home
The warm spring has pushed out leaves and buds and blossoms a month ahead of usual. Bees everywhere, blue skies, warm breezes. My whole body is waking up and calming down. Just being in the moment is enough.
Truth and Malbec
Laughing. Hiking. Running. Food. Wine. A good cigar. Figuring this whole thing out.
Truth and Malbec 