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Sunday, May 4, 2008

Turning a Corner

what does it take to turn a corner? perhaps a few friends to urge you on some relatives who remember the good times you had back when suddenly that hospital room widens when the curtains open in the morning there are new things to see like that japanese maple that transformed from barren to glorious... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 3, 2008

Nocturnal Illuminations

like a comet unseen nocturnal illuminations blaze into the atmosphere for any and all open channels ready to receive blessings a perfect fit plug into socket left matched with right key for ignition soul with soulmate a spark before a wildfire a whisper prior to a tornado a dewdrop becomes a tsunami... Sign in to see full entry.

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Race Horses

when she was a girl my mom used to go with her dad to the race track back in the '30's in san jose he was young and loaded with money from the success of the chinese restaurant women flocked to him and he would not refuse gifts were given and bets placed all the while my grandmother seethed as she... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 2, 2008

The Tree Near Her Window

the tree near her window is an old, glorious dogwood in full bloom the creamy petals so abundant the entire view is filled she says "watch for the blue-jay he's magnificent" within her room piles of food are kept from the day before as if no more food will be delivered plastic containers of salad... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wearing Masks

in an instant we can don a mask and interchange wigs to create a completely new identity if we dance and play the jester the audience will laugh so hard their stomachs will twist and they will beg for a breath of air the signal travels both ways the actor pretends and the viewer transcends reality... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Plowed Fields in Waiting

early spring and the plowed fields lie in waiting the endless rows curve off in the distance like perfect plaits of espresso hair some wear shower caps to greenhouse the tender shoots too young for winter's last bite of frost planted seeds nestle in mother earth's arms soon the light and warmth of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

And So He Sits

after a full day of chaos he sits alone on a couch drink in hand the intention is to forget whatever occurred that day the rush of decisions the pressure of saving lives the priority of making others comfortable and so he sits the tv is the perfect companion the remote fits perfectly in his hand... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 28, 2008

Nocturne for a Rainy Afternoon

the steady slap, slap, slap of the wipers keeps time with the rhythm of my heart in unison with satie's piano whose notes linger and pause as if on the eclipse of another musical thought i reach back into my museum of memories and these songs are paired with an earlier chapter perhaps bittersweet... Sign in to see full entry.

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With Sceptre in Hand

with sceptre in hand eyes intent on the future we will move forward you and i marching together in humanity's parade of found and lost souls arm in arm from the richest to the most desolate those in mansions and those hiding under cardboard shelters we are all interconnected what harms one harms the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 27, 2008

Tetraplegia

he laid on the floor five days before anyone knew he was there a momentary lapse of consciousness sent him sprawling on the bathroom floor on the way down his head hit the door jam unable to move arms or legs he heard all thirty phone messages of friends and family wondering what had become of him a... Sign in to see full entry.

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