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Snapshot Poem 20 September 02006
What I Don’t Write About My mother. This pain in my shoulder. This intertia that pins me to my bed. The way light passes through water on birch leaves. The quick, spotted cat watching the goldfish. I don’t write about you. Life is no place to be smart, you tell me. Not only do you… Continue reading
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…in the garden
[I’m on vacation. This was originally posted Sunday, 02 May 2004] Blue clematis bells; their white tongues. Woke early, slept, woke, slept — finally up at 11:00. The angelique tulips are open; lilacs are showing their color. Just now, at mid-day, there’s a soft breeze in the garden. I am living in realms of sleep,… Continue reading
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Recently Noticed
Yet another conversation about Where Are All The Women Bloggers at Scobleizer. Lots of comments and, of course, dispute — but so far, civilized. Just a note, that I began reading this blog because Robert recently visited Montana, in sad circumstances. Both the real world and the virtual world are small. Click that photo up… Continue reading

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