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This Time They’ve Gone Too Far
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There is no fool like an old fool, I was thinking, standing on the deck in the cooling night...
Fungi Funk
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Now, here’s the good news: with the price of groceries continuing to go up it will only take 2...
The Blarney and The Carney
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Oh dear Mr. Carney, I thought we’d handled this little matter of yours that’s certainly not your fault but...
A Cold Spring in a Hot World
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Of course it is all orchestrated. Or it seems so. For example, why is this Spring here in this...
Wicked Gusts
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Sometimes I think about the raccoons I fed during the orange sky days of a year ago, out there...
Elbow Markcaroney
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What is it with these people charged with creating campaign slogans? They obviously reached the point of drunken desperation...
Beyond Dunderdrone
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Oh for heaven’s sakes! Are there dunderheads running the world now? Their magic tricks and deception play like a...
The Vaquita Porpoise
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People are wearing things. They’re sporting blue bracelets and outrageous tattoos and bald heads or beards or flags or...
Horton is a Hoot
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And so it was that Moe was standing half-way down my walkway with his cellphone in hand. I like...
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...
