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You have the big package of 250 channels plus HBO and Showtime, and you’re lucky if you have time to watch a couple hours of TV a day. You have maybe 12 favorite channels you actually watch out of the … Continue reading
Maria Elena, who potted the plants I keep here in this special window, is buried outside under the mesquite tree. If you stand here you can look through the window and see the tree. I like to imagine that Maria … Continue reading
What ruins a man is a culture that teaches him he is a supreme being. He is lord of all, or at least of women. What ruins a man is a job that pays him more than a woman for … Continue reading
My secret place is beside a crystalline cave. There are flat, comfortable rocks near the mouth from which I can look at the ponderosas, the oaks, the stream dancing over its stony track. The sky is blue – dark clean … Continue reading
What I need is an incendiary imagination, one that blazes across the mind and page with images so bright as to cause the reader to squint for protection. But there just isn’t enough heat in my life. Maybe I can … Continue reading
It’s so short Not fit to snort Can’t be worn to cavort Or for a fanciful comport. So let’s make it long Stretch it out like a song Whole notes that belong To a tune that cannot be wrong. Mayhaps … Continue reading
Too damn practical Got no enthusiasm No spontaneity, no zest. I stand accused of this sin. I am, in fact, My mother’s daughter, And so – a secondhand survivor Of the Great Depression, That great teacher of Practical information. Perhaps … Continue reading
all these faces these shades of coffee and chocolate and weak tea and rosy brown all these faces aren’t like mine my convictions are strained my humanity is in question my value to myself teeters on my ability to recognizes … Continue reading
Looking at the red stippling under the clouds as the sun rose this morning reminded me of Joni Mitchell and “Both Sides Now.” I wonder if the tops of the clouds are lit with red and orange and yellow as … Continue reading