Category: Aging
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Senescence 2021
Stop waiting for change; it will happen. Squash some bugs, pull weeds Water your garden; flowers grow into tomatoes 1-17-21
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Hacking the mycorrhizal web
in wet leaves I stand under trees try to reach toes deep into mycorrhizal web hack fungal messages learn to translate maple, oak and pine in private chat rooms ask them to foretell my dying 12-15-20
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Jack’s Giant
Jack dreamed the reason He no longer had nightmares of giants Is he had become an adult and adults are giants to young children He didn’t want to inhabit children’s dreams as a giant So he dreamed of becoming A child, again, but….. His dream morphed into a nightmare Because every little boy (If they…
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A Bigly Branch
High in a tree a rotted branch hangs suspended in air fuel for a late night fire Afraid of falling holding on to live branches refusing to concede it has lost its battle Maybe it will fall in the middle of the night; no one to see, no one to hear no one to hurt…
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The humbling of a Greek god
Some days, I feel good about my unruly COVID hair wind blown like the gods in paintings of Greek myths Then I do Facebook LIVE and my wife says I need to comb my hair and get it out of my face I stand in front of the bathroom mirror no bulging biceps, lats or…
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Dad
Yesterday, was three years since I counted your last breaths. I tried to post about it, but didn’t. I thought of the summer before college. I was going to walk across America with a staff I carved from a sapling and kept behind the door of my room. I was going to listen to American…
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on the day after the anniversary of the 1000-year flood
sitting in the chill he wears a jacket over his shirt sweat pants, socks with shoes believes he wears bare essentials but under it all a naked chest, flaccid penis bare feet that wish to run like the wind beneath and above the he of him, treads memories flooding streets outside his door toddler in…
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meditation on dying
before the rain before you settle in for the night you walk familiar streets admire mowed lawns limbs trimmed stacked along curbs waiting for the city to haul away _____ sweaty shirt sticks to back and belly trees touch arching green over quiet streets silence thrums just before cicadas roar _____ kudzu pulls roof and…
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Almost
Down the hall gentle laugh Me – “What?” Her – “You didn’t tell my age” Me – “I thought you didn’t want me to” Her laughing – “I almost don’t care about my age anymore” Me walking away talking to myself “The operative word is almost” 8-19-20
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One-winged bird
On a wall of my mother’s parents’ living room hung her siblings all in a row and a photo of Grandpa’s family. It took me 68 years to ask where was grandma’s family. A simple answer, a dark secret or just the misogyny of an old German family. I’ll never know. The whys of this…
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