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Effie’s Walnuts

The September late afternoon sun streamed through a leafy canopy arching over the cracked and patched asphalt street as through skylights in the nave of a deciduous cathedral. Blue was leaking out of the leaves, infusing the sky, and curling … Continue reading

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Cries From the Ground

Beaver Cleaver he don’t live here anymore. He used to. Back before my time. Back before Ed Sanders moved to New York City and formed the Fugs. Back when people of color kept to their own neighborhoods and their own … Continue reading

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Ballad of a Mean Man

“We are billion year old carbon … and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden.” I try to take my pleasure where I can find it. I find it in the sunsets and lightning storms. In butterflies that … Continue reading

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Ola Mae’s Figs

We lived in a one bedroom flat nestled in the rafters of a three-car garage behind a boxy duplex near the university. We could catch a bus at Hildebrand or San Pedro to take us most of the places we … Continue reading

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This land is Ixtlan

We walked today to Bunnyfield Plantation, where MacArthur sweeps into 19th Street, cattycorner from the Lutheran church grounds which is mostly a grassy hillside sloping down to a berm where South Street bisects 19th. The roadside there is mostly a … Continue reading

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As the Leaf Turns

This past weekend was the Blue Springs Fall Fun Fest. Yes, I realize the autumnal equinox is not until Wednesday’s wee hours. It’s close enough for Rock ‘n’ Roll, I guess. Huh. I think I first heard that expression as … Continue reading

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Leon Trotsky; Doggy Detetctive

It was a dark night … … of my soul, if not behind the cascading crests of cloud-waves in the azure Midwestern sky above Leon’s office in the Old Town section of a nondescript Missouri suburb. Like so many settlements … Continue reading

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