Tag: ShortStory
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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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A Tucson Loop Concerto
A Tucson Loop Concerto 1 Allegro heat wafting off the paved bike pathand the dry riverbed running parallelrolling north with a nice tailwind codres of spandex-clad cyclists fly bymore competitors than companionsthe curse of our social conditioning always in a big hurry; to what endanything or one in their pathan intolerable inconvenience must get around…
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Normal – Gettin’ By
Normal – Gettin’ By Just a normal morningPleasant breezes after a nightOf wind and thunderstormsMonsoon season in full swing Wage-slaves heading off to theirChain gangs, hamster-wheels, andThankless retail and corporate mazesEyes fixed on a hoped for normal weekend Just another normal morning, withNormal partisan vitriolNormal gun violenceNormal elite greed and ruthlessness Normal social deafness of…
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Love Universal
Love Universal compassion and empathyconsciousness, a waverippling through the multiverse while regenerating all aspects of beingknowledge, wisdom, and creative expressionin the eternal present … now openly experiencing it all … now –LE – 7/8/24
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Typical Tucson July
Typical Tucson July early morning ride sawstraw colored buffel grasscovered hills and flatsthe desert floor resemblingyellow-tan tatami mats contrast the verdant greensof the bushes and treesthe aloe’s silver-blue greensthe dry, desert landscapea somber, mottled scene two roadrunners crossed my pathas did a couple of lizardsforegoing their pushups todayas three scorpions hightailed itright and left, out…
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Joe The Crow – Another Memoir Memory
Joe The Crow When I was a childWe bird-sat a crow named JoeHis real name unknownExcept to other crows Uncle Bob left him with usFor a couple of yearsWhile he was deployed to JapanThough mom wasn’t a fan Joe could imitate her dog-callBy name and whistleCrows can imitate soundsAnd words, make you bristle Before Joe,…
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Dog-walking Archer Lake
Dog-walking Archer Lake Tucson heron stands sentinel like a statueon a half submerged rock in the shallowsclose to the shoreline while grackles forage those same shallowsand hang out in nearby trees withraucous cries and tomfoolery while a few ducks waddle the deserted beachand glide through the water nearbyready for a handout by any passersby Archer…
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Killing Us Slower Than Guns
Artists of the time were warning us of the toxic wasteland we were creating even back when Motown and pysodelic music were the rage, when Disco was beginning its rise. This song aired in 1970. Slower Than Gunsby Iron Butterfly Can you feel the manmade mistAs it starts to twist your lungs?Slower than guns Breathe…
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Warmshowers – 3/3 – A Memoir Memory
The Erie Canal Towpath We do miss the lovely trails around our former home in Northern Ohio. Our favorite was the canal towpath which ran from Lake Erie in Cleveland to Akron (a distance of about 30 miles) This continuous strip of land was quite narrow in places and mostly followed the Erie Canal through…
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Warmshowers – 2/3 – A Memoir Memory
Our Houseguests Arrived As we waited for our guests to arrive, the sky darkened ominously and I tried to figure out if it was a wiser decision to ask three total strangers to sleep in our house, or allow them to possibly drown if our backyard flooded. Ultimately, I reminded myself that ax murderers hardly…
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