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Nov.11.2009
November 11
QUILTER
What more comfort can exist in the world than a conglomeration of turned edges and love? Fancy stitches or not, the assembled world of cloth stands testament to devotion and diligence. Careful collections, meaningful to the collector and mysterious to the possessor,...
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Apr.13.2009
I'm in the lonely mode again. The aren't we all alone in the end kind of thinking. The slate grey sky plays host to my haunting thoughts. It compliments and ices over the filling, the layers that ooze. Out beyond the house is the world. Today that world is merely black and white and shades of grey...
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Apr.04.2009
Half moon shines over the house and a stiff wind has picked up blowing in from the sea down across and over the sweep of rugged hills to the south. Violet night hangs in the air. At nine o clock the day hesitates, appears reluctant to give way to darkness. But it comes nonetheless. It always comes...
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Jun.06.2008
Spring, so perfect in its liquid ramparts' chilled glare
as the
Sun in just days has grown strident-strong and full of song...
(I want to, too.)
O, I will run and bike and stretch and dance my body for its anointed return,
Conditioning my heart, soul, sinews for the demands of this new reality,...
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