Tag: DigitalArt
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Our Feral Dinner Guests
Homage to The Naming of Cats by T.S. Elliot Our Feral Dinner Guests Tigger and Midnight are not in sightprobably just out cattin’ aroundwhile Yinyang lounging mid-drivewaysurveys my trip to the trash caneyes half open in feigned interestalready had their evening stash Tigger a.k.a, Gray, Stripes, etc.a gray tiger, timid and jumpyour newest feral dinner…
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Still Irony of Ironies, as Usual
Especially in our seemingly neverending election cycles… Irony of Ironies sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecologyless humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out…
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If Only – The Losers’ Lament
Yes, the IS sarcasm, but an all too common human trait. If Only – The Losers’ Lament if only I was handsome/pretty born a financial genius or just with loads of money I’d be happy, healthy, contented instead of frustrated and demented circumvented fate is stacked against me it should be plain for all…
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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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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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Brand-New Day
Brand-New Day parakeet sings alongin staccato counterpointto the indigenous flute songdeep in the laurel-canyon Chihuahua races alongthe chain-link fence barkingfinding every sound andmovement beyond disturbing arrows launched atbreeze-swaying targetclose, but no cigars and fatiguedshoulders need a rest Midnight slinks over theouter wall puddling in hiddencorners out of sight, in shadeunder the Oleander, safe aroma of…
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Misperceptions
Misperceptions A cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less Imagined significance Nothing more, nothing less Perceived as normalNothing more, nothing less Misperception abounds Nothing more, nothing less Just a cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less –LE 1/21/24
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Anne – Part 16 – My Tech-writing Job Ends
My Tech-writing Job Ends Shortly after my return from Grammy’s funeral, they started laying off people at work. It became evident that my days were numbered, too. So, I offered to resign if they would continue to use me as a contractor. There were still a couple of manuals that needed to be done. I…
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Anne – Part 14 – Even More Complications – Memoir Continued
Our Life Got Even More Complicated It got complicated for everyone. These were the Reagan and Bush Sr. years, with their combinations of union busting and suppression (and corruption) and good jobs leaving the country in troves, and then even faster during the Clinton years, soon to follow. There were few teaching positions open anywhere…
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Lynn – Part 7 – Ian is Born – Memoir Continued
Ian Is Born Once we had moved in and lived at the farm for a while, Lynn became pregnant again. Our friend from the hospital, Joe, again supplied us with first aid, medical supplies for the birth. Yes, Mom was furious again that I was to deliver another baby at home. Again, Lynn insisted. But…
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