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on the bed

The neighbours gathered, a few friends too and not so much was said: for old man Kerr was ninety-six and lying on the bed. Before too long the cards were out and a bottle of rye was opened, and the … 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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Wheel

Sunset brings children home: sun bronzed, scraped, laden with adventure, trophies, disappointment, lessons of the world; unready for a bath, a story, and bed. And when my sunset finally calls my old bones, that return is set into motion with … Continue reading

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