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Time

And one day you wake up, do the math and realize you’ve gotten old.  You want to rage against the injustice, but your back hurts too much so you settle for a cup of tea and reading the daily news. … Continue reading

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Wind

It’s windy in California.  The dangerous winds of autumn.  The leaves of the trees are starting to turn color while the grass dries.  The rains of winter haven’t touched the hills in seven months.  The air is dry.  Years of … Continue reading

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Silence

The power of poetry is often expressed in the silence between the words – felt in the things unsaid.  What to not say is the question.  Prose drones on until the words fade into meaningless noise.  Preachers and politicians speak, … Continue reading

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The Bottlebrush Didn’t Have a Poem at the Writing Conference

Between the dining hall and the classroom was a bottlebrush shrub.  It was precisely machine trimmed with square edges, flat top and plumb sides.  Conformed to a box, the nature within had lost its wildness.  Only two red brushes survived … Continue reading

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