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Saturday, April 26, 2008

Thelonious in the Morn

oh to be with thelonious in the morn those notes of his cascading all around the interweaving of saxophone swirls trumpet layers and bass thumping all the while cymbals and drums keep that jazzy beat no way to sit still those notes lift you like invisible warm arms the song lingers long after the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Raccoon in the Attic

suddenly you hear a noise something loud like a heavy box falling over it jars you from your sleep fear grips your heart is it a burglar or just an animal loose in the attic? your mind calms the rapid beating of your heart do you leave the warmth of your bed to pursue the invader or go gently back... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 24, 2008

View from Laverne's Window

we got invited for a glass of wine at laverne's place today her apartment sits atop alice's house(the local crazy woman) we entered through the backdoor an eerie dark painting of a bald female in evening attire greeted us joan said her daughter is an artist that familiar musty odor attached to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Relay for Life

a day after the infusion of more toxic medicine round three he will attempt to walk one time around the track for the relay for life to benefit cancer survivors "i am one, aren't i" yes, you are a warrier hold tight to your bronze shield keep your helmet secure no matter how your legs quiver take... Sign in to see full entry.

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Fog Rising

an early morning fog rising hovering above the reservoir in suspended time lends a mystical air to the scene as if that thin layer between the fog and the lake holds an inexplicable attraction like two souls not meant to meet yet they almost touch and join strangers for eternity somehow the elements... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Soul of Branford

he earned the title "soul of branford" by those who love him dearly for it was his nature and splendid generosity that brought people together from all walks of life he disguised these gatherings as dinner parties and picnics fund-raisers and wine-tastings hardly a week would go by without an event... Sign in to see full entry.

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Bluejay's Way

all the mother birds are running about searching and selecting bits and pieces twigs, string and vines for nest construction mrs. bluejay hops forward both feet together eyes scanning and darting quite the choosy one she is her beak rakes and snatches the very best choices for this year's generation... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

A Dark Room and the Blank Page

of all the infinite possibilities for a lover of words there is always a dark room and a blank page all the events of the day swirl about in our minds like a never-ending recorder in panavision and zoom focus with ultra-clarity of sounds like the story you told me of when you were almost kidnapped... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 19, 2008

The Old Apple Tree

at one time the old macoun apple tree stood straight and tall after the hurricane of 1940 it leaned forty-five degrees to the left some say it was a wonder it remained in the ground at all the winds were so ferocious making the roots cling to the earth with all their might year after year it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Morning Walk with Joan and Daisy

a morning walk with joan and daisy is like a personal tour of this summer island sanctuary she pointed out the hollow tree where the woodpeckers create their resounding morning drills we heard the distinctive red-wing blackbird call establishing his territory and admired him on the telephone wire we... Sign in to see full entry.

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the gift is this: the poem writes itself. i am just the instrument and sensory recorder in this universe of divine intelligence. what a wondrous world!

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