Category Archives: aging

Sitting by the river, eh?

For Wordsworth it was daffodils remembered in the tranquility of distancing time — years ago, this poet came to loathe that pretty poesy: for him it somewhat paradoxically represented the effete transcendance of spoiled poets who had descended to the … Continue reading

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Comfortable love

Muted by windows, traffic drones its uptodowndoppler low growl rumble pounding bass sibilance murmur irrational abstract concordant dance that we ignore now, grown used Clink of coffee spoons memories of Ben’s in Montreal, presided over by those bow-tied white shirted … Continue reading

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Cold Pavement

I saw this evening in my driveway an oldish man hefting a garbage can out to the curb. He wore a natural wool cable-knit sweater khakis, tan socks and slippers. Even though it was the first day of false spring, … Continue reading

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