Monthly Archives: March 2013

A Little Lunacy

The Moon waxed full last week. The Moon promises nothing. The Moon sits silent sentinel as she has for some 540,000,000,000 months. More or less. Throughout most of that time no one noticed. There was no one to notice. If … Continue reading

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Perceptions of My Doors

When Yusuf Islam was Cat Stevens he had a song called Sitting that opened his Catch a Bull at Four album. Some say the song’s title describes meditation. The album’s title comes from a classic series of Zen paintings known … Continue reading

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Puppy-Dog Tails

The little blond boy looked to be five years old. Perhaps a big four. He was dressed in a little boy’s winter parka that bulked him up to look as big around as he was tall. He stood on the … Continue reading

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A Warm Front Sweeps Through Lovingston

The sun has set, The Night yet undescended, The encroaching late spring storm Packs the air with ions, A green, electric atmosphere Like living in a video. A huge, black cloud rolls in Over Walton’s Mountain, Enveloping the jigsaw puzzle … Continue reading

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Just Another Day (Do Do Do Do Do Do)

It’s rare I start a job on a Friday, but I did this week. I was assigned to a new contractor on a new job in Prairie Village, Kansas. I worked for the same contractor most of last year, when … Continue reading

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Misty Watercolor

Memory is a mysterious phenomenon. For some time I have been fascinated by the workings of memory: how we edit and manipulate our own memories, how different witnesses to the same event remember that event differently, how photos or other … Continue reading

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Dancing on the Wind

It was Anna, my first wife, who initiated me into the joy of flying kites. Of course, like probably every middle class boy in America in the 1960s, I had my experiences with those cheap paper kites. You know the … Continue reading

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