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morning poem #2, February 11, 2016

Posted on February 11, 2016 by labeak52

.   The river aches in winter Gravity and, what’s more, Its very spirit Pushing against the hard ice. Like all flesh It yearns for freedom. Its white cover a prison Groaning as it tightens and loosens In light and … Continue reading →

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afternoon poem, february 1, 2016

Posted on February 1, 2016 by labeak52

. The grain in the wood Is a map; a history of sun and rain of wind and strain. . These markings are mysterious; inscrutable But unmistakably a language; a record Lines and spaces, colors and curves That mark seasons … Continue reading →

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Night Poem, January 30, 2016

Posted on January 30, 2016 by labeak52

‘ Out of the winter twilight He runs . Even the faded sky is tired of winter And the man who parks his car on the hill Opens the car door and looks down at the black ice Before stepping … Continue reading →

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Once More Through Pride and Prejudice

Posted on December 23, 2015 by labeak52

I am reading Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time.  I do just a few pages a night, just enough to make me smile before I go to sleep.  I’m near the end now.  The business with Lydia is all … Continue reading →

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afternoon poem, october 27, 2015

Posted on October 27, 2015 by labeak52

The great room is almost empty in the early afternoon The girl stands alone in the middle of the shining floor Silhouetted by the light from the tall, west windows. . She spins, arms aloft, and thinks of the evening … Continue reading →

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Overtime: A Basketball Parable (Chapter 21)

Posted on September 30, 2015 by labeak52

21. To tell the truth, there was another reason I hated Brandon Murphy. I looked toward the 1979-80 season with the kind of hope and optimism and even confidence that I had not dared for seven or eight years. After … Continue reading →

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morning poem, september 26, 2015

Posted on September 26, 2015 by labeak52

. WE SHOULD GO DANCING . I put on Sam Cooke and my feet move I don’t even have to think about it. (She was only sixteen. . . ) There is time this morning I’m alone in the house … Continue reading →

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Beach Music

Posted on September 14, 2014 by labeak52

    September And the beach is still warm But no longer crowded. After a day in the sun We dress – shirt and slacks for me A long, silk dress for her And walk to the harbor for dinner. … Continue reading →

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