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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Stony Creek Quarry

venture deep into the stony creek quarry where the pink and black speckled granite lies in wait for delving surrounded by lush woods and winding paths that lead to enclaves of beauty massive stone-age boulders rest peacefully along the way a perfect resting spot for a weary traveler remnants of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Baby Harp Seal

a baby harp seal graced our wintry shore this morn sunning itself on the beach causing a local sensation soon neighbors lined the street with children and cameras we all kept our distance so as not to disturb “they do have a toxic bite” a rep from mystic aquarium advised for two hours we kept a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Life Through a Poet's Eyes

at times the impact is so profound a wellspring of tears from joy or sorrow washes over your soul yes, it is a gift to FEEL all that you FEEL to fly with wings above the earth see the spectrum of colors hear layers and nuances of sound such that music lifts you to faraway places a world of beauty... Sign in to see full entry.

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Lost Tapes

we recorded the girls when they were young singing songs like "oh, christmas tree" hearing their youthful voices now brings such delight and wonder there is no inhibition of thought or expression we lived in that little brick one bedroom house in springfield, missouri learning how to be parents to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

Notes from a respiratory unit

tonight i floated to the respiratory unit where there are patients on ventilators,those who have had lung transplants and other related conditions. in report, i was told to be careful of 106. he was hard of hearing and if you leaned in close to his right ear he might hit you with his left hand. so,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Casino Culture

plush carpets and lowlit enclaves beckon all who would enter this world of jackpots and prizes the constant drone of machines and tinkering bells the clatter of poker chips hypnotize and lull there is an undercurrent of excitement contained in the faces at the card tables cigarette smoke spirals... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Changing Landscapes Constant Friend

in the predawn morn your face peered from beyond at times hidden behind groves when around the bend there you appeared fully a blazing presence in the still starlit sky washed with sprinkles of faraway constellations some so distant their rays took years to travel this way you are the beacon of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 20, 2008

A Day in the Life

a day in the life of a nursing home for my mother now is filled with warmth and light her room-mate wanda greets me by name she asks for more flute music and i practice while they eat when i get off the elevator mom is sitting surrounded by lovely snow-haired women who light up with smiles i know we... Sign in to see full entry.

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My Mother's Room

it's eerie to walk into my mother's house and not see her there no radio blasting her usual place on the loveseat drawing circles on her chin with her thumb yesterday i worked on her room emptied all the drawers took clothes off hangers bagged things for goodwill made decisions about her piles of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Low Tide

when it's dead low on the branford river what is unseen is now visible rocks and abandoned mussel shells, plants and creatures once protected by moving water now prey to scavanging gulls and other predators nature's constant cycle of renewal there is a marker on the cattails where the water stood... Sign in to see full entry.

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the gift is this: the poem writes itself. i am just the instrument and sensory recorder in this universe of divine intelligence. what a wondrous world!

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