Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Travel

  • Why I Changed My Mind…

    Why I Changed My Mind...

    “Why I changed my mind about Meghan and Harry” I’ve been looking forward to the Netflix documentary about Meaghan and Harry just like a lot of folks who are British royal family fans. It’s a harmless and pleasant pursuit during this never-ending time of “staying home with Covid” and we are all desperate for things…

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  • Words in Gardens

    Words in Gardens

    Garden words Stop Listen Close your eyes Feel Kiss Smell Brilliant Bring back anything good Ferns Words begin with w Mouth lips Risk it Say it Do it Be the tree’s root Fragile Temporary Contemplation Fidelity Loss Absurd There’s a garden in Scotland called “Little Sparta” and it inspired me to to be more creative…

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  • Make Butter

    Make Butter

    How to Make Butter

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  • Person of Interest

    Person of Interest

    “I bought a trailer because I joined a gang. My feet itched and my rain was shutting down so I became a nomad something I’ve always wanted to be. Some language has a word for it: people who don’t feel like they belong anywhere. That’s me. I’m pretty old so I was worried about camping…

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  • Travels with Trulia

    Travels with Trulia

    Trulia is my travel agent of emotional escapes and several times a week I am a voyeur into other people’s lives. There are several settings to consider before I go on my trip: price, location, amount of bedrooms and bathrooms, acreage, and one that I always take seriously which is fireplaces. Once I have made…

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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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  • Summer in Maine

    There must be another word to describe silence here in Maine where it is so profound.

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  • Where I want to have…

    Where I want to have...

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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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