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  • Coffee Shop Life

    Coffee Shop Life

    Sometimes I crave that coffee shop life I used to lead, the erratic schedule, the strangers and friends coming and going, the smell of new books and old, drowned beans, the folk singers, chess players, immigrants, gossip gatherers and solo studiers, the painters, sculptors, writers, anxious students and relaxed retirees. I used to make a…

  • Ghost Moon and I Staring in Awe at the Changing Leaves

    Ghost Moon and I Staring in Awe at the Changing Leaves

    Ghost moon hangs suspended, translucent in the autumn sky, content as we–mortal, fading, too– to rest, breathless, watching the trees array themselves in the mantle of brilliance only allotted them for this brief season.

  • On Beauty

    On Beauty

    I wanted to write something beautiful, So I looked around And tried to capture the splendor Of the sun, the essence of a spring blossom, The cadence of a robin, The nature of a cloud– But perhaps beauty cannot be caught, Or perhaps I don’t have the skill. Perhaps beauty lies only in the brevity…

  • Sitting Among the Falling Leaves

    Sitting Among the Falling Leaves

    The trees did sway In the breeze this way And that. And the leaves Did drop to the ground, Fall all around where I sat– The green and the brown, The red, orange and gold, They plummeted down– Like birds, so bold!– One landed on top of my hat.

  • Entwined

    Entwined

    And Love, when we are old and have lost the elasticity and supple flexibility of our youth, let us remain thus: stiffened bodies and steadfast souls yet entwined, wrapped up in one another still, holding tight to that which nurtured and sustained us, clinging to our love and the enthusiasm that first propelled us.

  • Between the Lines

    The lines that inform our existences–that circumscribe, describe the borders between our reality and unreality, our understanding of the world we walk in–are faint, blurry, ephemeral. What do we know of the space between certainty and uncertainty, knowing and doubting, acceptable and unacceptable, trusting and questioning? Dividing each binary is an inconstant boundary, wavering, traveling…

  • The Delight of the Bumblebees

    The Delight of the Bumblebees

    One evening while wandering I came upon dozens of insouciant bumblebees recumbent in their Elysium, each holding to a pink-and-white flower, drunkenly sipping the dregs of its nectar, heedless of passersby. Each stem supported one bee and it was as if they dined there, each solitary despite their companions, so lost in their own ecstasy…

  • Barefoot

    When your toes hang out the holes in your Kmart canvas shoes it’s much nicer to run barefoot down the gravel driveway squish mud puddles (avoid the tadpoles) between your toes and race through fresh-cut grass sink your feet in the soft cool dirt under the elderly maple– and learn where not to run, too–…

  • The Appalachian House

    The Appalachian House

    What a marvel the way industrious Appalachians have long managed to plop their homes on the side of any available hill, propped up and held stationary by wood beams, cement and magic– Generation after generation the houses stand, bold against gully-washers and blizzards, defying nature and common sense. Through bare winter trees you see them–…