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  • I’ll Do the Talking

    I’ll Do the Talking

    “It said it might rain this afternoon,” I say with hope. “Let us pray, and we’ll just keep watering you regardless.” Standing near the border of the land, I stare at the patch of spruce before me. D comes up behind me with a bucket of water from emptying his cold plunge. “What?” “Oh,” I… Read more

  • Let’s Get Real . . . I Mean Really Real

    Let’s Get Real . . . I Mean Really Real

    Good Lord! Why do I stumble upon these things on social media? I really try to avoid it and, really, social media in general. But as soon as someone I care about posts a puppy pic, something charges in afterward. ‘You neeeed to see this! Here are your heroes!’ Oh, golly, images allegedly of archangels… Read more

  • Enlightenment

    Enlightenment

    I’ll pay for that, but how could I help it? Again, I am lame, gingerly taking steps to heal myself — or not taking steps as it were. I vowed before our arrival to resist the lure of the creek that’s actually a river or at least a large stream, and stay on the wraparound… Read more

  • Silence

    Silence

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  • Boaring in the Mountains

    Boaring in the Mountains

    I weave my fingers together, pressing both palms out in an attempt to crack my knuckles, that is, if they would actually crack. Still, it’s a good stretch. Let’s do this . . . How long since I’ve blogged? Don’t know; don’t care. I think I’ve been to the mountain home three times between writings… Read more

  • Herald the Ass

    Herald the Ass

    What a strange year this has been. We’re in a lovely neighborhood — a cluster of well-to-do-ish folks, nestled in the center of natives who have lived, worked, and poured (yes, poured, not pored) their lives out into this farmland for generations. In the move, I realized I needed new sheets. Gosh, silk sheets are… Read more