Tag: Ink
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 3
My Career as a Wage-slave – Continued… At Airflex, I’d been making around $12.50/hr as a layout inspector/machinist/machine programmer. All my attempts at finding another similar factory job were in vain. None offered me more than a $10-11/hr income. With my growing family and the inflation of the time, that was disheartening. So, I rethought…
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Flying High
Flying High a hawk spirals up over theusually dry Santa Cruzwith its receding flood watersflowing down to the norththe legacy of this weeksmonsoons fanning its wings andgliding out over the freshlymoistened hunting groundsalert to any prey tempted toventure out to relieve the parchof another scorching day the morning sun glints offthe flowing watertwisting and turning…
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Guilt
Guilt, like ‘sin’, is the invention of society, of the human mind. It is NOT spiritual truth nor mandated by a god, whatever you perceive that god to be… merely human inventions, just like the rest of human society. –LE Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves were convinced…
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Deep Within
Within yourselfis a stillness and a sanctuaryto which you can retreat at any timeand be yourself. — Hermann Hesse
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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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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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A Delinquent at Six – A Memoir Memory
I published this in my memoir last year, but I thought it would be fun to bring it back to show what a cool cucumber I was at age six–NOT! A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with…
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey sitting in a dead oldbuzzards’s tree, preeningchecking-out the pathnorth and south, thenstaring keenly into the wash I’m not sure what it wassomeone said buzzardlooked more like a largehawk to me, buttoo far to clearly see four times the sizeof the strutting pigeonsI’ve seen in the parksand sitting the power-lines along city streets…
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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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Empty Coffee Cup
Empty Coffee Cup Coffee cup is empty…Again.How many’s that today?One, two…ten? I guess I’ll make more…With cinnamon or chocolate, Or perhapsIrish cream? Or do I want my usualJust plain, no additives Strong, deep, and dark, the Color and consistency of My back-lit heart? –LE – 2/24/24
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