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waiting for the view to…
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It’s a sultry morning here in Maine: the kind that might make you think you were in Antigua waiting for an early morning coffee on the porch of a house overlooking English Bay and around you were the remnants of a late night party with one pale pink sandal cast off in the corner. You walk to the
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today
The world remembers to turn. The sun:to find holes in the atmosphere. New York, Tallahassee, New Orleans, Phoenix, Lake Tahoe (still causes God to blink) I am surprised by waking as sleep is an unmapped state. Surprised to find the sun before I had finished examining the darkness.
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Summer in Maine
There must be another word to describe silence here in Maine where it is so profound.
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Family
My cousin said to me tonight that you can’t change family dynamics and I think she is right. The way someone was as a child is the way a sibling always sees them. Mean people stay mean. Bullies stay bullies. Angels stay angels. All you can do is try to accept the way they are. Returning
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What does ?
What does one do when the sun is setting and the neighbors are drinking magaritas and the birds have stopped crying for anything and the televison is silent. What does one do when it’s too early for wine and the night seems so long and sleeping can’t happen for another five hours What does one
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Just Another Saturday Night
Just another Saturday Night So tonight let’s take a bottle of that nice wine someone gave us down to the shore while the sun sets as it will set for a very long time up here and when it has left us to go on to some other friends lets still stay here and hold
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Ode To A Palm Tree
ODE TO A PALM TREE Without the rustle of a palm tree One might lose the journey Provided so willingly and cheaply By the slap of a limb against the window And the after waves of sound Like a skipping stone There is a beach And music and the scent of Frangipani brushing your
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THE VERY ORDINARY
The Very Ordinary The very ordinary Strawberry jam has a thoughtful flavor Sitting on ones tongue, slowly acclimatizing, sweet yet banal, And the taste of ginger on a cold winter’s night Is soothing to the inside throat travelling to esophagus Lowering to small intestine And further into roughage category. The very ordinary sperm shoots into
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Erotic Fantascy for Post Menopausal…
EROTIC FANTASCY FOR POST MENOPAUSAL WOMEN Tonight while waiting for my son In a restaurant by the water in the setting sunlight a man Passed by and I wanted to keep him. He sat across from my table and while I waited, I had married him and we were old. He loved me completely and
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