The visitation line queues all the way to the parking lot, meandering its way through cologne, cigarettes, wet August heat, and the stink of starched mourners on their best funeral behavior. We wait to pay respect. You, being experienced in these rituals, scribble our names in a journal, proof we care and came here. It’s […]
and I saw someone walking down the street talking out loud, laughing and chattering to no one, I’d conclude them mad and give them a wide berth. Now such madness is the norm, and I’m the deviant. and I saw someone walking down the street eyes fixed apparently upon the palm of their hand I’d
The aspen tree rises daintily A paper mache model in white Heart shaped leaves rattle A soft murmur in the breeze Its branches bird’s nest hold Nature’s little hi-rise for Its summer animal inabitants And in autumn its precious golden nuggets Catch fire against Blue gentle Colorado sky And in winter brave and strong Against
She makes me remember Craft and magic, Art and artistry. I am again Creator and created – Changed by the words I write; Changing those who read These idle thoughts about a girl from long ago Grown into strength, wisdom, And warm wit. *** Tracy Linder considers herself the proverbial “Jack of all trades, Master of
I took my daughter and her boyfriend to dinner at a place called Joe’s Crab Shack. Strategically installed near the entrance to the town’s first shopping mall, Joe’s presented thousands of winking lights that glanced off reproduced tin signs promoting products unavailable since the ’50s, taped music of the Beatles and the Bee Gees, fancifully
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Upon the ground spreads Brave pioneer of the desert sands Paddle-shaped stems In spiny armor Look as if plant fit for here But a closer look in fact Can deceive Upon its crests display Tender yellow crepe paper blossoms Aglow from sun at highest strength In prosperity over harsh climate Teaches one of nature’s great
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