CONVERSATION WITH THE SELF

  Why are you crying, my Dear? Because everything is so poignant. So poignant. The morning light through the white paper blinds stuns me…especially in the living room where the floor-to-ceiling windows face east. And THAT makes you cry? Yes. The majesty of east, facing east, looking eastward…holy, regal, primal light one bows to, bows […]

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ODE TO A BRUSH PILE

There. By the side of the road. A mound of branches and tree limbs. Leafless. Like a giant, overturned bird’s nest. Which isn’t far-fetched. Birds like brush piles. And all sorts of critters do too. But some people think it’s nothing but trash. Debris to be removed. Or burned. Not the birds. They like to […]

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TO HAVE OR HAVE NOT

    The I Ching says:  “Possess as if you possess nothing.” I have things. Some of them I don’t need.  I’ve gotten rid of lots of things. But I still seem to have a lot. What is the point of having a chair if no one ever sits in it? Or gewgaws. Knickknacks. Dust […]

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EL CORAZON

  The heart. In Mexico and Latin America, it’s illegal to write a song without mentioning “el corazon.” Si? Verdad? Is that true? No, not really, I just made that up. But every song I hear in Spanish never fails to include “corazon.”  And porque no? Why not? The heart is the heart of the […]

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GRANDMA NANO

  We called her Gramma, somehow slurring the “n” and “d” into an “m.” And we did the same with Grampa. Her six sisters and two brothers called her Nan, though her given name was Ann. Ann Beatrice Sistrunk. She was my mother’s mother. She was born almost in the middle with Blanton, Mary T., […]

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