Monthly Archives: January 2007

Jiggle buds

Jingle bells lose something when the grass is green When Irving Berlin wrote “White Christmas” in green Los Angles in 1940 he buried deep underneath it his Christmas dead son, his denied religious roots Yet his song is an anthem … Continue reading

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From the Archive: “Green Christmas”

[I wrote this piece when we had a warm, no-snow Christmas in 1965, I think.] Green Christmas ******* — middle of the carol of devotion They felt warm air wash — snow ebb — and they shivered *******— and soon … Continue reading

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driving on empty

If I could just close my eyes for a moment I know I could find the sunset or is it the other side of the mountains? the pot of gold waiting by the Leprechaun? the sleep of the just, perhaps? … Continue reading

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