Category: Ethics
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Nogales
We spent Saturday afternoon in Nogales. These were my impressions. Next time, we’re thinking of crossing the border and walking around the Sonoran side for a while. Nogales the view arriving on I-19reminds me of mountain townsin Greece or Italy los casas, laser printedlike dense philosophical textover steep hillsides it’s laid across the boundarybetween Sonora…
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Multiple Costume Possibilities
Multiple Costume Possibilities what will complement the facadeam I looking for a jobor am I looking for suckersto take advantage of does it pay to play the country boyor a resident of the bourgeoisieapply to the ruling classkiss their collective … or be true to myselfthe inimical anarchist –LE – 2/6/25 PS: The ruling classes…
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Startled Eyes
Startled Eyes pale streaks across a pristine blue skythe only semblance of cloudsas unanswered rain-prayers die the high contrast of flaxy gold and beigedead grasses and bushes wave along withsleepy trees, their deep blue-greens while stony grays and dark shadowsstartle my eyes in the mid-day sunas a passing roadrunner nearly runs me over flicking its…
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Always Waiting
Always Waiting Waiting for the heat to dissipateIn the summertime Waiting for the warmth to arisewith the winter sun Waiting for the heat and coolas our world cruises through Its seamless transitions betweenextreme temperature poles Waiting for Spring and Fallwhere temperature control is rarely needed… at all –LE – 1/30/25 PS: Of course, depending on…
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Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds and Rustby Joan Baez Well, I’ll be damnedHere comes your ghost againBut that’s not unusualIt’s just that the moon is fullAnd you happened to callAnd here I sitHand on the telephoneHearing a voice I’d knownA couple of light years agoHeading straight for a fall As I remember your eyesWere bluer than robin’s eggsMy poetry…
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Vaguely Remembered Dream
Vaguely Remembered Dream Wandering unfamiliar hallways and landscapesSeems like I should know them, but I don’t. Landmarks seem familiar, yet not.Can’t quite place them, lost in thought. I reach for a rusty doorknob, but the door’s not there,As I climb aged and broken stairs to … Wait, now they’re tumbled down stone stepsIn ancient ruins…
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A Winter Morning Ride
If you’re looking for a pretty posey here, look away; this one takes a dark turn… A Winter Morning Ride sky above looks like some artistdabbed a mop-brush in a trayof china-white and the tip in paynes graythen randomly slapped it acrossthe cerulean void dappled sunshine through winter-baredtree trunks barcodes the path north but the…
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UA Haiku Contest Submissions
Thinking about entering the University or Arizona Haiku contest. These are my probable submissions. Unfortunately, I’m only allowed to submit three… UA Haiku Contest Submissions gravel rocks and sandprimaries for zen gardensraked to ease the mind no winter rains camesince early Novembertinder and fire Arizona dreamsSonoran desert florabursting at the seams bright blue winter skyhigh…
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Wisful Dreams Of My Childhood Home
Wistful Dreams Of My Childhood Home the neon glowof redbuds along the roadat half-past sunset late spring peepers’ songas snowdrops and crocusespushed their heads upthrough the season’sfinal snows the first lions of springpushing up in sidewalk crackswild mustard turningempty fields yellow forsythia, crabapple andbradford pear treesbrite white and pinkincandescent dogwoodsbrightening householders’landscaped facades late spring beauty…
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Milky Skies, See What We See
Milky Skies, See What We See milky skies forour mid-day ridemisty-blue mountaintopssilhouettes in the south northern mountainsnot so misty, by halfand to our leftthe dragon’s teeth glintof the Tucson range a roadrunner streaksacross our pathexits stage rightrunning in circles as we passas if caught in our slipstreamha! a cyclist’s dream human coyotes on electric bikesare…
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