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morning poem, July 25, 2015

. Time taps on my forehead Just above my brow It mumbles about sales And necessary maintenance And roads lost if not taken. . I give up I have not time For all of time’s demands I rest in the … Continue reading

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winter night

Early darkness the house creaks with the wind and cold Anything but rest is out of the question who would go out in ten-degree weather? Who can imagine anyone at a restaurant or cinema tonight? ‘ The kitchen is neat, … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, February 13, 2015

Cold morning. Sunlight angling low across the thin snow now hard frozen that dapples the back field. , For one astral moment one breath of the day it is a scene from another world impossibly bright magically luminous then gone. … Continue reading

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Noonday Poem, February 12, 2015

Do you mark the time? Or is that very question a joke to you: an affront, an impossibility, an unthinkable thing? Has time overwhelmed you? Constantly rushing on accelerating opening every closed door invading every private space every moment of … Continue reading

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The School Library, Part 2

The School Library, Part 2 The other thing that I found that one could do in the library on those early mornings was this: nothing. One could cross his arms before him on the table and rest his head and … Continue reading

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Morning Post: February 12, 2015

The School Library, Part 2 The other thing that I found that one could do in the library on those early mornings was this: nothing.  One could cross his arms before him on the table and rest his head and … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, December 27, 201

Get up and out before the hard frost is melted before the paintings it has made over the ice over the puddles that angular geometry, lines and corners like etchings of giant snowflakes and the glistening whitewash of the tall … Continue reading

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