My grandmother died during my seventh year, my first encounter with Death. I don’t remember how my mother explained it to me, but what I took in was that “death” meant that someone no longer existed. I had never considered such a possibility, and all summer long, it obsessed me. Each night after bedtime, I’d […]
Gardening means many things, depending on why you might want it or need it in your life. Time has shaped this art from culturally diverse backgrounds, and people will continue to find more uses for it every day, especially with the Green Revolution reshaping American culture. I would like to share with you what this
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The rearview mirror rose above a rabbit smashed flat. In the West, we break to our measure. A word in Viet-Nam for river is song. The rabbit is song. In Wyoming the road goes on, sand and sides. The road is the end. The road goes under me and I go on. This is my
No matter the degrees earned, the “culture” acquired My soul settles on a warm summer eve under the full moon Johnny Cash slides out of the radio into the night On a lonesome train whistle. No matter how far I roam, the roads to home are dusty Under a wild blue Colorado sky silhouetting Golden
I slip around the edges Touching briefly then slipping away. I dance around the edges Bowing to a partner or two then skipping away. I pace along the edges Sharing a fire or a meal then drifting away. I wander the edges of the world Watching just outside the fire’s light then walking away. ***
. . . the man was a walking treasure gallery. This wasn’t the work of a cheap carnival tattoo man with three colors and whiskey on his breath. This was the accomplishment of a living genius, vibrant, clear, and beautiful. – Ray Bradbury …the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. – Walt
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