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The Battle With Words
Every day words emerge Their tiny fingers gripping The screen’s edges, Eyes blinking, no doubt From too much time in darkness. They arrive en masse, Waiting further instructions From me, I presume, But we have yet to decide What is to be controlled By whom. Am I an empty vessel Adrift on the Nile, Passing…
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The Fog of Life
The Fog of Life thickens as I age. Answers, reasons, connections, increasingly out of sight, But If I sat down, stopped my thoughts, concentrated, I assuredly would uncover something of value. The effort required is the last remaining mystery of life, A puzzle of the mind That defies solving Because it doesn’t get done Even…
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Nightmare Forum
We were standing around in our togas Pontificating When the sun burst through the skies And my thoughts fought off other thoughts In this deadly drone of blah blah Where no one listens or sees Those hallowed walls caving in With all the etched warnings Turning into concrete dust That will hover over our demise.
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Drought and Wind Danger
An Italian Stone Pine tree in a Sacramento public park lost a large branch this week, falling directly on a walking path when no one was around. Climate change has accelerated tree death in California’s ” City of Trees.” The new normal is avoiding tree areas when it is windy.
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The Memory Museum Closes
Breaking News: The memory museum is closed on Mondays And to eliminate confusion every day is now Monday But a new exhibition is planned soon To accommodate the thirst for the past And to quell the uproar over How we’d like to see things On CNN and Fox News. Meanwhile the debate over Mondays Will…
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Party Talk
In a crowded room I asked her to tell me about herself. Got the first edition off the shelf, Pages and pages from her Dark Ages. I had a story to share But she said she had to use the facilities, So I was left alone With her dark nights And shards of glass. She…
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Found On The Beach
The corroded motel key, wrapped in kelp, Is a gift of titillating love from the imagination. Too much on the beach is trash. Cigarettes, jagged glass and excrement to name a few, shamefully discarded Along with spent marine life serenaded by flies. Once misplaced, or, tossed in anger, This key now rests in my museum…
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Dead as a Doornail
Living in extreme heat–it was 117 yesterday–is a good reason to be inside which, in itself, can be dangerous. Today I reached the Genuis Level in Spelling Bee, a New York Times puzzle where the goal is make as many “acceptable” words as possible with at least four letters from a total of seven different…
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Wild Turkeys in the Sacramento Oven
It was 104 yesterday afternoon when I saw wild turkeys on a neighbor’s lawn. The high today is forecasted to be 112. In a metropolitan area of one million, how can these turkeys survive? In this extreme heat dogs, cats and people are inside, leaving the lawns to the gobblers.
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