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Sunglasses

I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising … Continue reading

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A Wet Day

Abecedarian poems are fun to write. In this one, the first line begins with ‘z’ and ends with ‘a’ and from there on it follows through the alphabet. I’m not entirely sure that it makes a great deal of sense, … Continue reading

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Zoned Out

There are moments in life that lift me up beyond where I am to some other where, a place of extreme delight and joy. I know this happens to other people, at some point in time and it catches us … Continue reading

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The Pause

The comma claims three columns of explanation in Fowler’s Modern English Usage. Apparently the comma comes to us from the Greek, meaning ‘piece cut off’ and was first used in English in the sixteenth century. There’s lots more information but … Continue reading

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Considering Bacon

I’m vegetarian but that doesn’t stop me from loving the smell of bacon frying over a campfire and, just occasionally, wanting to eat it. But I don’t, instead I write poems about it in winter … CONSIDERING BACON I’ve learned … Continue reading

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Take Off

Occasionally I dream that I’m flying, like Icarus who was so sure he could reach the sun. I don’t go that far, but my dream takes me high and then … lets me down … Is this your experience? TAKE … Continue reading

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On Getting Dressed

Daylight is extending here in the North but still, getting up, slithering out of a warm bed, and getting dressed, can be stressful, evoking philosophical thoughts … A ON GETTING DRESSED I struggle into underwear                       of secret hopes   fears embarrassments … Continue reading

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