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Nowhere to go

This comes from out of left field as I thought of long ago class rooms, reunions, and where we go after school … February and grey days that bring back memories and wondering where people went, what they did, what … Continue reading

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These Hallowed Evenings

Halloween coming up: ghosts and goblins, witches and other scaries, will haunt our streets, begging for candy. A time for thinking of those who have died, those memories that remain with us, in this celebration of ancient beliefs … THESE … 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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Unknown Road

Sometimes when I’m walking, I turn left instead of right, or right instead of left, and thereby discover a whole new landscape. This can be annoying if I am in a hurry but the best thing to do is, to … Continue reading

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Traffic Jam

This abecedarian poem was fun to write. The first line begins with ‘z’ and ends with ‘a’, second line begins with ‘b’ and ends with ‘c’ and so on to the end. Most often in an abecedarius poem each line … Continue reading

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Puzzling

In Finnish, March is called maaliskuu, when earth finally shows through the snow. Historical names include the Saxon Lentmonat, when the days begin to lengthen, and we end up with the word ‘Lent’. I wonder if we dream longer or … Continue reading

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Some Kind of Luck

There are days when I wonder if I shouldn’t have stayed in bed, days when the rice catches on the bottom of the pot, I trip over a shoelace, cut my finger while slicing onions … sound familiar? SOME KIND … Continue reading

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