Author: cfblack
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Eddie Albert at the Green Acres General Store
In this great, green, good morning Carol is up early and in her office, while I lie in bed listening to the day. An app on my phone lists birds that live in our neighborhood and feed at the bird cafe suspended in our yard. Twelve species light up the screen. A Northern Cardinal and…
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The ‘AND’ of social awkwardness
do you remember playing hide & seek and no one could find you and you fell asleep in your hiding place because you didn’t want to lose and because everyone would have a new reason to hide from you and then you realize everyone is gone and maybe no one tried to find you or…
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haiku for the Lord of Misrule
you wave at the bus just to see who might wave back yell, April Fool’s Day 4-1-26
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Backyard buck
Behind my battered backyard fence, bent boughs, bold bamboo, brazen kudzu begin their annual green grab…again. Morning moves slowly over moss. With singing saw and steel bit I split saplings in two and battle brush. -Suddenly- Through the green, a big, bewildered, broad-chested, bristle-boned buck bounds down the brambled bank. Dry leaves dance. My heart…
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Ellipsis
Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…
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Resist
When Sylvester stalks the bird feeder, Tweety Bird keeps a watchful eye, refuses to give in to fear, or let the bastard win. 3-9-26
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The Tree
There is a tree in my dreams. You’ve seen it, too. It sits on a ridge silhouetted against the sky. They use the same tree in dozens of movies. A protagonist sits there waiting to be found by someone who will gift them the resolve to go on. I want to go there, sit under…
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Black umbrella
Tables full inside you sit out of the rain on the porch talk of her new boyfriend changes in her meds and the stomach distress this causes Half-grossed out, half-listening you watch street lights blink on and off behind her as they try to decide if it is dark or light Coffee cup is empty…
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‘Wind’ or, ‘Unknowable Essence’
I do not feel, see, hear, taste or smell you, but I feel the heat and searing cold you carry. I see what you move, hear the wind dance with the trees and disturb my sleep. I taste the rain, smell the flowers and cough with your pollen in spring. I know you intimately by…
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