Tag: Art
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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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Mortality Meditation – A Journal Entry
Mortality Meditation The older I get, the more I seem to consider the end of my journeys around old Sol, especially when I go to bed. I sometimes wonder if I’ll wake in the morning. This is not every night, but seems more frequent as I continue to age. It’s not that I have a…
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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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No Do-overs
No Do-overs some old people complainabout where they endedin their journeys around Sol saying, if they had it to do overthey’d choose different directionsmake better decisions; but I beg to differ all things being equal (same conditions), everyone does the best they can, given their knowledge and circumstance-compulsions no matter their committed determinationtheir lives would…
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Vacation in Tucson – Memoir Continued
Vacation in Tucson AZ 2018 In early October, Tina and I took a trip to Tucson to visit her son, Scott. We hadn’t gone anywhere since our last trip to Savannah in 2015. We had just bought a new car (2018 Chevy Spark) in July and were pretty confident that it would make the 3-day…
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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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Introspection and Identity
Introspection and Identity This is an excerpt from a letter to one of my children who is struggling with questions of identity, dreams, and the reality of where our lives have brought us. Reassessing and wrestling with my identity has been a feature of my adult life and continues to this day. From my experience,…
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Santa Catalinas
Santa Catalinas Santa Catalinasunder a cerulean skysharp shadows definevertical and diagonalridges and cutaways the stark, austere northern boundary ofthe Tucson basinpainted in pinks and graysthe long rays of sunset then disappear ghosts in the darkidling over the sleepingcountryside long beforehumanity thrived and will remainlong after we’re gone –LE – 3/29/24
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