Monthly Archives: December 2019


Have you noticed            along  East State and the Library           frost has come, taking with it the leaves            but not the hundreds of berries           revealed now, unprotected to the elements,    neither devoured nor visited by the birds? The hungriest feathered aviators, … Continue reading

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Mr. Crabby

This is a delayed photo to illustrate a post about my trip to Tybee Island this summer. Someone found him on the beach and wrote in the sand, “R.I.P. Mr. Crabby.” Since he was already dead, I felt no compunction … Continue reading

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Il sentiero

Originally posted on Povertà e Ricchezza:
Passeggiando nel bosco, ma bosco vero, una foresta senza capo nè coda, dove è molto facile perdersi, le foglie si rompono ad ogni passo. In questo novembre di pioggia e tempeste, l’unico posto asciutto…

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WHO? poem

Our grandparents live only in our memories. When we go, they go. Why care if we’re forgot?                                            As if … Continue reading

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I Learned Something Last Night

  I wanted feedback from my dreams last night so I “incubated” a dream, adding hypnogogic and hypnopompic  thoughts and images (the going to sleep and waking up periods) to my focus.  And I think I dreamed all night–during, before … Continue reading

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