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In My Bones
Surrounded by emptiness, always, surrounded, bounded, filled with emptiness. I used to feel empty all the time. So I filled up with booze...
Jun 2, 2017


Staying in touch – why is it so hard?
I know I keep saying this, but this time – this time – will be different. I’ll do better at staying in touch. I will. I will. But the...
Apr 16, 2017


Don’t ask what you can do
Don’t ask what you can do. They can’t tell you, because they don’t know. Don’t say, if there’s anything you need, just let me know. They...
Apr 2, 2017


Haiku at Morikami Japanese Gardens
Haiku #1: Hopeful Gator Ancient hooded eye Turtles splayed on sunny rock Jaws open, one less turtle Haiku #2: Hopeful Egret Hopeful egret...
Feb 1, 2017


Why Do We Create?
In the Dordogne Valley near the Bordeaux region of France there’s a cave* with a magnificent 13-thousand-year-old painting of a horse on...
Nov 6, 2016


The Pavement Ends at the Outhouse
We lived on a dirt road in a remote rural part of the country. It was an election year, so they were paving as many roads as they could...
Oct 25, 2016
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