Category Archives: Life


I’m happy. I want to stay a while longer.                      No lightning bolt from the sky, please. Let me linger in the sweetness of the days and nights and the coolness … Continue reading

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Oh for Snow!

Hi ho hi ho I’m an old Eskimo. Sleepy after sleeping Down words a-bleeping. Shades of hell in New Mex Like the rest of the text Life in the heat with fires hidden life behind tires Wha’ happened to pretty … Continue reading

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Back in 1946 or 1947…

I received a letter from the Charlotte North Carolina’s Writers Club congratulating me for being the youngest entrant to their short story writing contest.  I didn’t win, but I got a letter.  My story was possibly a page long, but … Continue reading

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BIG RED RIDER Not so long ago, in the normal world of things, a little woman on her way to visit grandma met a big red wolf in sheep’s clothing. “You can trust me,” he said with a grin, “She’s … Continue reading

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Kinda Preachy?

While continuing my discard trip through ages of hoarding the written word, I’m about to discard the following, but cheating and saving it here: The majority of people are born with one head, two arms and two legs. They have … Continue reading

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The Trolley Ride – a haibun

If you ride a trolley long enough you’ll come to the end of the line.  You can then remember the sights and stops, the riders that come and go.  Maybe trouble on the line, cross words or banter, perchance the … Continue reading

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Kintsugi – the Japanese art of mending with beauty – reblog

Originally posted on fantasticmetastaticme:
I have been considering kintsugi, and how we heal ourselves, we who are no longer whole, and if we can be beautiful and flawed and flawed and beautiful. I have considered my scars, not golden, not…

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