Category: ShortStory
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Monsoon Watch
Monsoon Watch hot and drymore than 40 daysno rain, not a trace promised monsoonsjust a faint hope asthree-digit days abound we may see one cominga dense, dark shadowcloud-bank charging a broad, dark waveabout to break over ourheads and parched land hitting so hard and fasttons of water dumpedhits the ground running off the surface to…
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More Haiku For A Day In Early June
A crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice –rose-glass filtered sun. Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled crows take flight. –LE
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Michael Hedges Concert – A Memoir Memory
We were sitting in the left balcony, third section from the stage, front row… They were great seats! We were lucky, it was a sold out concert. Micheal Hedges Concert When Ian was in high school, 10th or 11th grade, we went to a concert at Finney Chapel at Oberlin college in Oberlin, Ohio, featuring…
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Haiku For A Day In Early June
Sparrows’ songs sunshine,vapor trails across deep blue –dried-out worm… Sol’s prey? The sun’s dream, burningmy shadow on gray concrete –goat-head thorns abound. –LE – 6/9/24
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Conservation – Solar Water Reclamation
Solar Water Reclamation Sparklingreclaimed waterslowly flows northin the edge ofthe otherwise dry lowerSanta Cruzthen to theGila and eventuallythe Colorado sun glares offacres ofsolar arraypoweringthe reclaimingengines disgorging thereclaimedreconstitutedamniotic fluidof life as predatorand preyobserve fromshadow-gorgedhidey-holes andshade-camouflagedcreviced walls and I stare at the arraywonderinghow it got this way dry riverbedspoisoned blue skiesplastic-laced foodsynthetic body-partsand lies, lies, lies but of coursewe do…
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My Muse
My Museby Sarah Jarosz I spin around in your loveIn a place of wonderI want to wanderWith you, my muse In a dream of carouselsOn waves in caravelsCollecting seashellsFor you, my muse I peruse and conjureSit and ponderThen go underThe blanket of your wordsThe way I feelThe things I singThe songs I writeThe joy you…
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You, Darkness
You, Darknessby Ranier Maria Rilke – a Bohemian-Austrian poet You, darkness, that I come fromI love you more than all the firesthat fence in the world,for the fire makes a circle of light for everyoneand then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything-shapes and fires, animals and myself,how easily it…
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Memoir – Some Final Thoughts
Some Final Thoughts This is the first in a series of final thoughts as I close-out my memoir. There could be more, but this is probably the most important, and may well be the end, finis… Existence – Why – What IS the Point? IS there a point? You may not want to read this.…
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The Path Was Alive
The Path Was Alive the path was alivethis morningshimmerin’, slitherin’wavin’ to and fro OH! plethoras of skinksand prairie dogsplus the occasionaljackrabbit and roadrunnerdartin’ across the pathfrom the shadowsto the riverbankand away there were alsothe mandatory fence-sittin’pigeons and crowsout for the mornin’show –LE – 5/31/24
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