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Apr.02.2013
A dot of a tropical island lazes under daylong sunshine within the crystal-clear waters of the Great Barrier Reef, an oasis with perfect daily temperatures of around twenty-nine degrees Celsius (eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit) ... that is, until you’re caught in lashing wind and rain from an ex-...
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Dec.27.2012
There was a time when the New Year celebration was only about calendars. As the clock approached midnight—there was no dropping ball in those days—you had the irresistible urge to hold on to the current year. You wanted to resist the inexorable wave of time washing away forever something...
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Dec.11.2012
Right in time for Christmas, I am happy to present:
Stories of Queen's Day2012Sylvan's WishIn between novels in my Empyrical Tales series, I like to visit my characters and celebrate with them. It is my pleasure to share these stories with you.
Queen’s Day is the most special holiday in all of...
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Dec.04.2012
This Christmas season couldn't have happened at a better time.
I hadn't realized how profoundly burned out on politics I am right now. Plus, you know, Romney has gone away. He's probably lounging on a tropical beach staining his teeth with so much Strawberry Crush, he could play the lead in the...
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Nov.29.2012
He goes to the hospital, lets them look him over, look into and through him, turn him over and inside out, look and look again until, finally satisfied, the doctor gives him the thumbs-up and the nurse winks and smiles, knowing more about him than even the woman waiting...
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Nov.27.2012
Ram Dass says, "Old age is about harvesting what one's life's work has been." Now in my 70s, I don't feel especially old, but my life's work has been and continues to be, poetry, and, fifty years after my first publication, this is harvest time.
New & Selected Poems off to a good start with...
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Nov.21.2012
it's that time of year...for my perennial, untoppable "fruits-and-nuts" American-family culture clash Thanksgiving story: Spirit of the Season(ing)
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Sep.25.2012
I remember a time when summer was so loved in American culture that it was not ruled by The All Mighty School Year. The start of summer was simple: as soon as it was still light after supper, it was summer because you could be excused from the table to go outside and play. Summer ended the...
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Sep.21.2012
I remember a sparkling time that used to exist in American society when I was a boy but disappeared when I went to war. This time of spirit began about two weeks after Thanksgiving. A holly wreath would suddenly appear on the aluminum-foil-covered front door of a neighbor’s house. The mailman would...
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