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Monthly Archives: September 2014
Elevating the mundane
Dog hair on the stair Dog hair everywhere A regular chore that is such a bore I turned round today to sweep it away and there on the stairs among the dog hair were prisms so bright a colored … Continue reading
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Broken Places
The horoscope said “don’t get caught up in the past” which is what I was doing at the time I read it. Ruminating over long ago hurts that pop in uninvited and by surprise, beckoned by ordinary things and … Continue reading
Pictures of Summer
Summers last breath a warm September day Dappled leaves still full on the trees A hint of color to come on cold Autumn air I cling to the warmth like a lover Desperate for one more day I memorize … Continue reading
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Good Reasons not to Name a Fish: The Sequel
When last we visited the topic of my pond fish I was mourning the loss of Tawanda and Larry ( or it could have been Moe) to the Blue Heron Buffet. (read post here ) To revisit the topic, the … Continue reading
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Just when I thought I had the dog trained…..
Boy oh boy. Oh boy. I bought the book. I bought about 100 clickers. I diligently followed the training instructions in the book. At times it appeared to be working. I would open the back door, click, click and Dallas … Continue reading
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Awaiting Fireflies
The aroma of moss in hot heavy air sends me spiraling back to summer nights years past. Peeling paint on a long ago back porch. The creak and scrape of the porch glider. Yellow metal warm beneath bare legs. … Continue reading
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