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Spectacle
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There are two types of people in this world: the introspectors and the exospectors. Well… there are actually three...
Salty Tires
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The person next door to me built a monster-like home. It towers over me like a deep purple, well…...
A flare for the traumatic
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It was too cold. That’s all I’m saying. It has been a long and rather temperate summer and these...
Cedar Potpourri
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At the front of my hovel is a cedar bush long overgrown now. The birds love this bush and...
Only Whales should be in Pods
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And so, I had my cup of coffee and the cat was fed and the morning looked grimly cloudy...
Turning Technology
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Now, I could write about the way the leaves on the maples are beginning to fall without that cold...
The Play of the Monster Makers
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Some days the wind is soft like the fur of a kitten on your cheek, a purr, a whiskered...
Of Cabbages and Things
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Now, I was looking at the cabbage. It was $7.29. It is true. The cabbage, a tiny little thing...
Hungry Landscapers
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Some days we wake up in dream memory of a Gainsborough landscape with the soft light promise of a...
Peace is Just a Word
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So I was watching the UN Security Council Emergency Meeting on the situation in the Middle East and I...
Moths in the rain
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I am left now with only Frederick the racoon at the window. He has stopped scratching at the handle...
The man on the stage
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Here is some unsolicited advice from an old woman living in the wilderness of Canada. I mean well. There...
The Scuppering
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And so the Puppet Masters smiled. Now children, it is not difficult. Not difficult at all. There’s this thing...
Story Time at the Old Folk’s Home
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Now Gertrude the Grizzled had had a life of high adventure not the least because she chose it but...
Progress and Potatoes
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Please note this is a humour piece which is not something people may want to read depending on the...
Damage is a Given
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The heavy rains are rich with life in the Spring. Even when the lilacs have died and the wafting...
Whistling in the Dark
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In the morning, the bobolink sings. It always heartens me—listening to the morning chorus of creatures waking up to...
101 Things “not” to do before you die
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1. Try not to get born in the first place. * 2. If born, don’t expect that the mere...
Wings, Prayers and Hooplas
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It took me a year before I finally succumbed to a phone that would accept 5G. They bugged me...
We have no piece on their piechart
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There is a lusty bird that sings at dusk outside my window high in the cedar tree. I’ve never...
