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Jan.21.2012
He’s got no particular reason to be out and about this particular Saturday—nothing for the landfill, no shopping or prescriptions to be filled, nothing to be done on his off day at the office—but he’s happy just to be finally upright and ambulatory, so he swings by the bookstore café to eyeball...
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Jan.20.2012
I've been laid up since the beginning of the week with (sadly recurrent) sciatica of some sort, only able to stand / walk independently for more than a couple steps as of this morning. Today's mail brought me a major dose of pain relief, in the form of my new F#Minor red cedar flute, hand-crafted...
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Jan.19.2012
Coyote only comes to town once or maybe twice during the tundra months, dragging his game leg and leaving an odd print in the deep snow down by the place where the gray silent river turns toward the north. He’s tired of the hard-won, slim-pickings starvation diet he...
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Jan.15.2012
No matter how colorfully we try to live our lives, we rarely get to actually create The Masterpiece. All we get are the big empty spaces to fill in as we choose; we don’t actually get to contribute much to the overall design. And we’re expected to stay pretty much inside the...
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Jan.11.2012
“And what did he say about the End Times,” they asked him.
He smiled and said, “He only smiled and said: ’The last of the day is of no note; the sun goes down, we close our eyes and remain in darkness.’”Then he closed eyes for a moment, remembering The Master’s words.
Everyone could see the...
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Jan.08.2012
I had an imaginary friend once but, frankly, he was a real jerk. I could barely stand him. He was never really there for me when I needed him, and only showed up when I was buying an ice cream cone or hooking up with slutty Maria down the block. I always had to buy a second cone or a...
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Jan.06.2012
Everything seems to have an ouch attached to it these days. Standing up. Climbing out of the tub. Even drinking a coffee. The sneeze ouch is the worst. Ouch in the back and ouch in the ribs.
Everyone recommends a pill. He tries one, then the next. Sometimes the ouch goes away, but it always...
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Dec.30.2011
Despite the sub-zero temperatures, it appears that she’s come directly from the maternity ward to help celebrate “Bring Your Screaming Newborn To The Golden Arches Day” with her neonate, still very pink and clearly not quite completely rid of its amniotic slime, screaming ceaselessly while she...
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Dec.28.2011
Wilson "Snowflake" Bentley (1865-1931) is truly one of Vermont's treasures. Schoolchildren in Vermont are all exposed to his life and work early, and almost every one of them has made at least one visit to the Bentley Museum in Jericho. After years of arduous...
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Dec.25.2011
Away in a meager mangerbald softspot bumping somewooden slop trougha previous carpenter built:allegedly a savior slept
Behind the tiny Bethlehembillboard angelsenlightened certain shepherdsto solitary starssleeping in the hay
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Dec.23.2011
He typically makes his monthly run to the landfill on a Saturday morning, but it’s Friday and he has the day off because tomorrow’s Christmas Eve, so he goes through the automatic motions and is surprised not to find the weekend cadre of geezers at the bookstore’s café as usual....
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Dec.21.2011
He spends the morning summarizing the month nineteen times, nineteen different ways, in fifteen-minute increments; tabulates the hours he’s spent on each client, broken down into discreet categories: direct or indirect support, billable travel, general paperwork, or...
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Dec.20.2011
(Haven't been around to comment on others' blogs; it's been a rough couple of days. I'll get there.)
Last Geezer Standing
Somehow, when he stops at the bookstore cafe on Saturday morning, he thinks he senses a shift among the geezers that gather there weekly for coffee and comraderie.
Early...
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Dec.15.2011
I'm tired of being called a Grinch. The grinches HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN that Christmas is about something more than making multiple retail purchases and wrapping them up in fancy bows, slipping endless greeting cards into office mailboxes addressed to people with whom you normally have no reason or...
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Dec.12.2011
Back around Thanksgiving, I mentioned that a new online publication had accepted 3 of my poems for its inaugural issue, was likely to publish early this month, and that I would post a link once it was available.
It's available.
Curio Poetry is off to a great start, I think. The first...
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About Ron.
(Sample published work at: EGGS OVER TOKYO)(Live blog at: SCRAMBLED, NOT FRIED)(Prose-ish at: SIX SENTENCES) Ron. started reading and writing poetry seriously in the late '60s, when a floral-necktied student teacher dumped a bunch of books on his desk, one of...
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