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morning poem, December 6, 2016

  The light rain falls without a sound Onto the earth it has softened The soft sky is grey There is no cause to squint the eye So, open up and breathe This cool, moist and fresh Sit by 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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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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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, October 2, 2014

What if this whole darn thing was wrong? Everything the TV told us. What if they were singing that hypnotic song Just so they could hold us; Just so they could mold us?   I’m not talking about one mistake … Continue reading

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Five O’Clock

I look up from the screen And notice the absence of sound No printers running No clicking keyboards No footfalls on the hall carpet No bits of conversation filtering from other rooms Outside, traffic is thick again Moving only when … Continue reading

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