Category: Art
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Memorial Day 2024
A reprise of a memoir memory for today’s remembrances. During WWII, my dad was a radio operator on a Merchant Marine Tanker supplying the US Navy’s War Machine in the south Pacific. During wartime, the Merchant Marine becomes an Auxilary of the Navy. Dad received his training to become a radio operator at Great Lake…
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Typical Day on the Loop
A reprise from this time last year. Typical Day on the Loop Riding the Loophalf reclinedsun glintingoff side mirrormy two front wheelshugging the curvesback-wheel gearingdrives me easilyup hills and downpowered by legsand feet on pedalsupfront and raisedalmost eye-level Roadrunner scootsacross the pathchasing a skink lone coyote matchesmy pace butdown in the washoccasionally looksmy way as…
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere, and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learning to enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will…
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April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson
April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson horizon to horizon, a cerulean domenot a cloud in the skySol’s long, warm morning rayscast another perfect day a slight breeze bobs the heavyOleander blossoms up and downside to side on their long green stemsarching toward the ground all around Silverbell Lake is placid and stillfishermen snoozing in…
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Feeling the Need for a Little Magic
The Color of Musical Magic Spells Strumming colors into woven spells,intricate patterns of color,where pulling a single threadunravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its ownhue, making physical structures in the air,floating on the soothing, smooth,intricate work of musical magic. Close your eyes and drift along.Hear the colors building the spell.Open your…
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Late April Morning Sun
Late April Morning Sun the late April sun leaves my legs and arms itchy and red after three hoursa 23-mile recumbent bike run the dew-rag between my helmetand head is soaked throughbarely keeps the sweatout of my face the ride’s elevation inclinemore than 700 feet took my10 bars of internal power andstrength down to zero…
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Quantum-verse
Quantum-verse What is reality,shadow photons or the seen?Shades of multiverse. Quantum thought is strange.Speaks of dimensionality shifts –freaks-out common sense. So, what is our life,simple or complex So fundamental,so complex we can’t understand,energy only? –LE – an old one from the early 2010’s
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Scalawag
Scalawag Low down and dirtyBlack hearted scalawag Took me to the crow’sMurder reunion cotillion Told everyone he’sWorth a quintillion And scampered awayWith all the sweetmeats Took to the evening skyAs I watched with a long sigh –LE – 3/5/24
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Desert Marigolds and Guardians
Desert Marigolds and Guardians Ruffle-edged, yellow, irregular polka dotsFuzzy lemon centers, resting onA field of course ferny green Silver Yuccas watch from a nearby ridgeLong spiked Aztec war-bonnetsForeshadow long overdue reckonings Contemplations on a ride toThe road to nowhereAnd home –LE – 3/5/24
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Wild Amarillo Poppies
Wild Amarillo Poppies Heading north on the LoopPast the Road to NowhereThe fresh aroma of greasewood Soothes my mind Winter browns and gray-greensTurning Kelly and day-glo onTrees and bushes in theRiverbed and washes Then, past El Camino Del CerroWild amarillo poppiesShoulder our path under theMarbled, milky-blue dome of sky –LE – 2/25/24
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