Category Archives: aging

conversation

Who else would sit here nodding, pretending to care about whatever comes into my head? I’d like a straw for my juice, please, dear. There was a time I could care less about robots but not any more; now they … Continue reading

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thinking about ed

we used to sit on our lawn chairs by the river Sunday afternoons with a beer or two and our binoculars in the shade of the old oak and speculate about how many topless babes we would spot sunning on … Continue reading

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blue tuesday

rain slides down the window in rough sheets the garden drips and broods unseen alone as if the birds were gone they sing unheard the very walls hang portraits of gray stone slow water dripping softly in the sink gives … Continue reading

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