Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Dont Worry Be Happy

  • 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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  • Frost..

    Frost..

    Halfway between a breath and a death I met you again. Out of line with the north star Facing east but travelling south unmoored, undone each sky still dusk and dawn only a desire not a song. I was waiting.

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  • Storm Coming

    Storm Coming

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  • Letting Go When There Is…

    Letting Go When There’s No Rope Left I have a friend who is trying to get divorced. This has been going on for two years. The marriage was a good length, (ten years), and a good part of it was not unhappy but the divorce has turned into a nightmare of hatred, accusations, bitterness, anger,…

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  • What kind of day?

    My mother, who was wise when she wanted to be, used to say,” you can either have a good day or a bad day!”

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  • Hypochondriac

    I definitely have the qualities of a hypochondriac!

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  • Heart

    Subject: heart I was waliking in San Francisco and I felt a sudden jump in my chest: a kindove a flip flopping or a fist turning or maybe more like something foreign inside me that was trying to get out. I kept on walking as that’s what I do. I was the master of my…

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  • Remembering something you thought you…

    Remembering Something You Thought You Wouldn’t Again I believe in love and second chances. I believe in the power of memory. I love to reflect on whom I might have married or where I might have lived. I love nothing more than a glance from an attractive man in a public place which says to…

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  • Losing a friend you thought…

    I read the obituaries every morning as many people do. I have no idea why we do this. I look for reasons why people died, how old they were when they died, who survived them, etc. The other morning I saw that my childhood friend had died in February of a long term illness. There…

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