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Jacob Eaton: Update

With apologies to those who are reading along as I post, here is the product of today’s effort. The apology is because I have kept the last post as a part of this one. There are a few changes in … Continue reading

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Music To His Ears

It had already been a long day. A personal-injury case I thought I had settled blew up again. My star witness, acting without my knowledge, gave a statement to the defense.  Killed the case. I don’t know why and everybody … Continue reading

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Mid day Poem, June 18, 2016

‘ These are the days we were waiting for When we sat long nights, hemmed in By darkness, by mud and snow Staring at screens Thinking, will it ever come again? ‘ Now the sun is warm and the breeze … Continue reading

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afternoon poem, June 4, 2016

After the rain the air stopped moving Tree branches were still as photographs of themselves The sky was close and white And birds called to one another But hid from sight. Who would prune hedges While they still hold the … Continue reading

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morning post, may 18, 2016

She was a sophomore in psychology and had to visit the home as a part of her class on aging. He was ninety and did not know it. For years he had been lost in time. Floating in time. The … Continue reading

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afternoon poem, march 4, 2016

‘   Friday Afternoon I remember the relief The relaxation of the shoulders The breathing out Now there were no more classes For forty-eight hours . And this seemed limitless Enough time to return To a state of nature . … Continue reading

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morning poem, march 1, 2016

The red brick houses in the silver morning With frost on every roof The half-moon still in the sky, powder blue And all the trees are silver, too. Who can remember the speech of this wind That blows cool, fresh … Continue reading

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