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observation point one

A poem about wonder and superstition, perhaps jealousy and wanting to belong. Continue reading

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teetering on the window sill

Why does the street-trash Christmas cactus which mooches all year in a dumb clay pot between two larger, dazzling, talkier plants, suddenly dress up, make a pink media splash? You’d have to say it’s the ultimate bi-polar plant: down drooping … 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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