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in the improbable shade of a Stealth fighter,
Archive for October, 2007
Poem of the day, Oct. 30
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Even the owl you gave me looks to me now for mice
Posted in Creative Nonfiction on 29 October 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Last night I walked down to the creek that becomes B. falls in the canyon. It was becoming dark when I left the house, and I decided to turn back early.
Poem of the day, Oct. 27
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“I think I have always known about my memory: I knew when it is to be trusted and when some dream or fantasy entered on the life, and the dream, the need of dream, led to distortion of what happened.
Poem of the day, Oct. 26
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Small Deaths
They happen all the time,
a bird appears on your doorstep,
Red Sox and Rockies
Posted in Creative Nonfiction on 25 October 2007 | Leave a Comment »
People at the newspaper are great baseball fans and regularly attend games. Newspapers and baseball seem to be entwined as part of our nation’s history, and this newspaper is no exception. My managing editor is a former minor-league player.
Neil Young and redwoods
Posted in Creative Nonfiction on 25 October 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Having a blog means learning a new set of terms, and the linguist in me loves it. A blog roll is an attached Internet link. A tag is a link to your blog from another Web site, and I have been linked to Neil Young and redwoods.
Poem of the day, Oct. 24
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“Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Poem of the day, Oct. 23
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The Envoy
One day in that room, a small rat.
Two days later, a snake.
The raven and the girl
Posted in Creative Nonfiction on 21 October 2007 | Leave a Comment »
This morning it is snowing outside, and I begrudgingly started a fire. I told S. I didn’t feel like going to all the effort.
I opened my copy of The Desert Fathers to see what my reading was for the day. It was about the difficulty of starting fires, how our eyes sting from the [...]
Mercy of the fallen
Posted in Creative Nonfiction on 18 October 2007 | Leave a Comment »
There’s the wind
And the rain
And the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim
To know what’s right
There’s the weak
And the strong
And the beds that have no answers
And that’s where I may rest my head tonight
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