Now and then the birch trees. Up river a fantasy.
Across town a birth.
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Rain carries dreams of foreigners.
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“None love, but they who wish to love.” (Racine)
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My childhood home was a very small house.
More and more I want to return there.
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Laughing in the mornings.
The dogs approve.
I must do their laughing for them.
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“Silence, healing.” (Heraclitus)
000000s in the ear.
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Yesterday my neighbor washed his house.
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Like Pentti Saarikoski
I like to imagine Ezra Pound
Without his snakes.
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If you were like me you’d be quiet too.
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
Your work is full of mirth and strategic dissonance,I like it