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When we were young and smooth we did the things required of us to cut our network of brainways, the paths our thoughts would forever follow..

AT LAST On my veranda I watch beads of sweat slide down the glass of ale I use to get over something I’m not sure of, perhap..

It was just another day. The heat was as thick as the cloud of dust my car kicked up on the dirt road to my friend’s house, an oasis ..

By the goldfish pond at the end of the walk, a spider builds a snare for thirsty prey in the overhanging sage and rosemary, a dead..

My philosophy professor said, “The air in ancient Greece was so clean and clear that people could see tiny details of distant moun..

memoir

A love poem

AIR CONDITIONED From my fat chair I can see through the bay window that the robins and wrens are replaced by shoals of starl..

A Texas wind kicked the September Equinox into placetoday and left it lying in the Amarillo mud. The smellof the herd next doorwafted green throu..

STAINS Everyone dreams of perfection, we have the word,if not the thing itself.When I was very small, my parents thoughtit would bemy ..