Arches carved by nature’s knife Bluebells bursting into life Columbines the bloom of state Deer tracks cloven hooves create Elk herd standing tall with pride Fox pups posting side by side Ghost town eerie without sound Hay bales scattered on the ground Icicles sharp as frozen quills Jagged mountain hiking […]
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for Gwynne Stolle in loving memory In her garden, as in mine, the earth is let be earth, and flowers grow where flowers will, not where she wills them to. In her garden, as in mine, light falls through the green it’s made, softened, dappling everything below it, even me and the dogs. In her
Unlike my Socialist grandfather Ben Wills, who was a nobody, I have no reforms to propose. I think any form of government, not just Capitalism, is whatever the people who have all our money, drunk or sober, sane or insane, decide to do today. Kurt Vonnegut, Hocus Pocus
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People remember Charlie Parker Rode into Minton’s on a horse Dressed in overhauls Lip drooping a piece of straw. People remember Charlie Parker Hocking his alto for a fix Living just anywhere Raving out of control down a rainy street. People remember Charlie Parker Worked with the higher extensions Of the chords, worked with strange
He leans against an invisible wall upright, his head cocked lawnward. It is Ike standing over the ball Patient, his knickers immaculately laundered. He lets his wrists do the work. The arc of the putter’s head is minimal. He never presses or jerks. His putting style is inimitable. His haberdashery has reverted to that of
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I grew up in 1950s Evanston, just north of Chicago, in a suburb even more rigorously segregated than the big town to the south. Evanston’s only high school stood at one end of the black “ghetto” (hardly an accurate monicker, since Evanston’s black population was mainly middle class). Until I went to high school, I