He was aways ahead of me, with his phone pointed up into the tree adjacent to where he stood on the trail, obviously taking photos of the tree or something in it. It is the far edge of spring here, just buds and tips of living things, hinting at the soon to be explosion of […]
Reading Paul Krugmans’ latest post on Substack, in the volumns of this morning’s independent news. At the end is a moment of music reverie…a new voice to the classic, thoughtful song “Ship of fools”.Elle Cordova is not new to me, her poetry/prose on Instagram has been a thoughtful source on science and humanity, for a
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The nation is shattered trees and moon survive
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One thing, I think, is that I take every thing, every memory, every feeling of my current life past And I just keep adding and carrying the weight of it with me, because that is so much easier, albeit slower, to carry everything and set it down where ever I settle down, Than to go
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squeak…squeak…bits of wood like sawdust loosen with each counter clockwise turn an agonizing dismantling, not of this table but its past, my past, a dad built past so long past now, the wood dowels have shrunk and been re-glued several times, the holes in the mid-century modern plexiglass top re-drilled several times, so much sawdust,
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one of the nicest things someone could say to you is “I often wondered, what became of you” and to say that after a lifetime gap of 55 years. after all we have spawned, rooted, and accomplished, that we get to lay down these delicate bones in each darkness and rise again with a new
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