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Stones and Snapshots

  On top of a hill overlooking the confluence of two young rivers merging to endlessness So many photographs taken and lost who knows the cost of forgetting? The most colorful birds are found in the old cemetary rarely visited … Continue reading

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Heart’s Character

  My sister insists that she’s an artist canvasses in corners of every room finished, unfinished and forgotten. She paints because the surface of the moon wants to embrace the blue and gold of the harbor in her heart. My … Continue reading

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Admonitions

Before and after our stretch of tendencies surrounded by people, who can be depended on? The isolated actions strung along in a day can conjure no idea how they will add up. Will in some future of repetitions they hear … Continue reading

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hOME wHERE

Home is where upper meets lower and will not compromise with each other but just let it be spelled this way to match the unexpectedly unfrenzied shock treatment of pure peace. hOME is wHERE her necessities are misplaced then show … Continue reading

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Jeff Portrait

[Jeff is my oldest brother] The first and usually above all frays a cup of coffee in family of milk remembering his first days. When his younger siblings climbed trees or threw knives from twenty feet into the gomangani shed … Continue reading

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Goodbye Keith

From a polite distance I went to say goodbye to my mother’s sister’s hearty husband who worked hard and raised spirits around him. When a good man is gone he’s not gone if he leaves behind a few men and … Continue reading

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Looking Back Without Leaving Now

We write sad lyrics to falling snow never to precipitation ascending. Knowledge builds up in the first half of life then never-ending evaporation. The season is not a quarter of a year our mood will last until it is dissipated. … Continue reading

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