Category: friends
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1/11 haiku
around a fire pitfriends ignore a threat of rainwatch wood become coal 1-11-20
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Dreaming the night before the night before Christmas
I dreamed I was trying to wake from a dream within a dream and every dream I dreamed led into another dream and I could not wake up I dreamed I met an old friend who I did not know but he knew me I dreamed that I was in a custom coffee store tasting…
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Chatting at Pump #7
While pumping gas on a cold evening a man appears out of no where on gas pump TV. He starts up a conversation, offers me any size drink in a Polar Cup that’s guaranteed to keep my drink colder longer for only seventy-nine cents. I mutter who wants a cold drink on a cold day?…
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Happy Holidays
During this holiday season (Yes, I said holiday season) I wish you fond memories I wish you family and friends I wish you recovery from loss I wish you joy, happiness and good cheer I wish you whatever you wish for this time of year I wish you eight bright Hanukkah candles I wish you…
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fireside
Late last night, after two days of rain a friend came by to build a fire and talk around your new fire pit Wet wood won’t burn so you add charcoal fluid paper scraps and old cardboard Hoping a fire will catch and burn water and sap sizzle and pop flames dance and smoke rise…
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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Tattoo Dream
Sitting alone A corner table It is not a fancy bar Just a dimly lit bar A bar like thousands of other neighborhood bars You sit with a pen and tablet A book of Charles Bukowski poetry And sip water with a lime A woman comes over Says she finds you attractive Amused at the…
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Day 342 of 2019
In the quietude of morning autumn sleeps in and waits for the sun to chase the dew Birds and reptiles are lethargic squirrels sleep in ’til noon Dog walkers have no choice but to walk their furry masters Cat lovers let their cats outside and crawl back under blankets Video gamers are just going bed…
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for Steve
Not every bough in paradise is laden with ripened fruit hanging eye-level for you to pick Listen – there is a hush in sacrifice when fruit falls overripe sweet upon the ground Waiting for the gathering up the crush of the cider press numinosity dripping in a jug Rendered sacred for cool evenings to sip…
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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