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coffee, chocolate & ice cream

coffee, chocolate & ice cream replaced cocaine, liquor and nicotine I won’t pass that way again I don’t need those kinds of friends   now I’ve got 3 dogs that I walk each day they’re my goddesses, it’s how I … Continue reading

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Daily Memories

so, it’s Memorial Day sales again and I remember when Cub Scout packs would take up the back of the parade and families would struggle to find shade along Main Street in late May with temperatures rising we shuffled our … Continue reading

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Miles Davis Cool At A Mile High: Ode To An Obstacle Race Construction Crew

September 2015 Miles Davis Cool At A Mile High: Ode To An Obstacle Race Construction Crew Part One: Mile high dry buy me another drink think about flying spread wings like dead eagles and sing scream at the top of … Continue reading

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Jordan River Blues

I’ve got the Jordan River blues they’ve got me on the news, I’m drowning. Rivers of blood flowing carloads of tourists going wine-tasting and manger praying eating stolen olives we’re black sheep grazing too far out while I’m walking on … Continue reading

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Skyping Emma In The Berkshires

I miss simple days like when we were Skyping with Emma in the Berkshires, over watermelon and hookah in the shadows of the Baha’i temple in the old German Colony in that Mediterranean port city, mixed more than most today, … Continue reading

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Johnny’s All Done Marching

(With a few lines from the patriotic WW1 song “Over There” written by George M. Cohan in April 1917. Americans believed at that time that the war would be short and the song reflected that expectation) Johnny’s out of luck … Continue reading

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Goodbye for the last time…

I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading

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Hero

He was broken from his glory days; the whiskey wasn’t working anymore. There was no way he’d ever change his ways; he drove back over to the liquor store. The devil had been on his mind again; he fought the … Continue reading

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rain

July 2013 rain Last night I dreamt that I was lying in bed next to you listening to the rain pouring down. Making love, then just lying there. All day. Just listening to the rain hitting the palm fronds all … Continue reading

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After Harvest

With the leaves fading from lush green into autumn art before they die and get raked and rot and return to the earth I cry for springtime for winter and for last fall when in that cool, crisp air I … Continue reading

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