Yearly Archives: 2008

remembering Ed

Summers, years ago we used to sit with binocs out front of the cottage Sundays and comment on topless beauties passing on gleaming white boats; God I miss those days when he and I would sit on our asses, sipping … Continue reading

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polished wood

Hands’ constant use will polish wood with the patina of constant use. This wooden door, handle, tool responds to, fits the hand. The knife lies on the shelf its ebony handle waiting to deliver the blade to use. The curved … Continue reading

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next door

Since that early autumn 911call my wealthy neighbours have changed. We used to share hedge trimming sometimes get together for barbecue and we were even planning a trip to Mexico together but that crash changed everything. We haven’t exchanged two … Continue reading

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