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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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Jack London’s Beauty Ranch, Glen Ellen, Sonoma Mountain
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Once, in the garden of Jack London’s home, I sat so still thinking of him that a wren landed on my head thinking I was a statue, perhaps, a place…
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In the dream
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There is no end to the darkness above my face – the darkness, moonless and without stars. Below me, a small mound of palest light fits stark and clean on…
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Childhood
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The Ice-Cream Man in the little truck playing “Bicycle Built for Two” speeds up as I run out of my house wallet in hand with ice-cream on my mind. No,…
