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It’s for these moments …
Some people think I miss the world by viewing it through my camera lens. I disagree. Rather, through my lens I become very intimate with the world. And I capture wonderful moments as in the photo below. Continue reading
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Another old poem
This poem is an amalgam of a few people I was privileged to know during my formative years and just beyond. The hand in the photo — resting on oilcloth — belongs to a beloved friend (deceased), the last occupant of an old mill camp. The Stone What story in her face isn’t being told? Continue reading
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Three Poems From An Old Stash
I wrote these unpublished poems about two decades ago. Where did the time go? Booting up my old computer felt like cracking open a time capsule. – Pam Lindsay The Scream Everybody ducked well, not ducked so much as cringed, squatted a little, not as sharp and shallow as a flinch, more like a startle, Continue reading
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The Fine Art of Thumb Twiddling (poem)
I wrote the following poem at least a decade ago. I’d forgotten until this evening when I unearthed a CD from a dresser drawer and had a look. I help my mother ease into the passenger seat, guiding her by her elbow with one hand and balancing her canes with the other, I tuck her Continue reading
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“That They Themselves Are Beasts”
18 I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts.19 For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one Continue reading
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