Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Dont Worry Be Happy

  • The Last Bing Cherry

    The Last Bing Cherry

      The Bing cherry is named after Seth Lewelling’s Manchurian orchard foreman and friend, Bing. Bing was over 7 feet tall. The Rainier cherry, named after Washington State’s famous volcanic peak, was created in 1952 by cross-breeding the Bing and Van varieties. Wikipedia       Yesterday I ate the last cherry in the white…

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  • In Reality

    For the longest time I thought I might become someone else. I could be Norwegian and learn the language well so people would say how no one could tell I wasn’t a native. My hair would miraculously turn blond. It would be ok to like sex. I like the sounds of their desserts. Or I…

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  • New word

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  • Sprezzatura

    Sprezzatura

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  • The Length of Winter

    I forgot how long winter is. It doesn’t extend from November to March as it should but it’s disobedient and sometimes hides inside a heart and a chamber to the left or to the right and there you are with only a part of your heart functioning because of winter or it’s a fact. You…

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  • A great review for The…

    A great review for The...

    www.columbiatribune.com/entertainment/20201002/poet-sifts-strange-difficult-memories-in-search-for-clarity

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  • Summer 1955

    Summer 1955 Nothing is moving today. Neither the trees nor the grass not the top parts of the ocean nor the blacks birds over the path. The heat falls onto us mid morning and children lose interest in torturing the dog. I think I hear the Good Humor man’s truck, an echoing television from an…

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  • Our Front Hall

    Our Front Hall

    Our Front Hall Our front hall had a very tall grandfather clock at the foot of the stairs keeping watch over the household. No one could wind it but my father and the clock defined the nights in regular chimes reaching everyone’s ears in everyone’s bedroom.There was a front hall table made of lustrous mahogany…

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  • Ode to a Fiddlehead

    There’s something so pleasing about the feel of a fiddlehead fern on a tongue, so satisfyingly round and with a squelchy sound when bitten open and savored, one can imagine dancing a jig, or chasing a pig, maybe laughing a lot if eating while hot and the cares of the world are forgot!

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