Tag: Ink
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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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Stew and Recipe
Stew and Recipe Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold,The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks, 1 human brain (shredded). The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns. 2-much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed). Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum runes,…
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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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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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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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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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Angry Lake Erie
Angry Lake Erie (a recollection) Nighttime on a north Ohio coastlineDark gray clouds scudding eastwardTwelve-foot luminous gray wavesWashing over the concreteBreakwall No rain … yetMaybe yes, maybe noWind blows cold through my clothesHair whipping over my shouldersAs I face her voracious howl Erie’s angry tirade lastsThe whole nightBut I came down and sleptThrough her final…
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