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Evergreen

That which lasts. That which endures. There is a poem I read about a year ago where the poet makes the observation that evergreens, while always having green boughs, still have needles that turn brown, go dry, and drop to … Continue reading

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rocking chair

Sometimes, when no one is there, it starts. The creak of wood on wood could be mistaken for a draft or the wind through the panes, but the windows are on the other side of the room and besides, it’s … Continue reading

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rag rug

In Willy’s ranch house in Tarpley, Texas, there were rag rugs on the floor. I should refer to him as Bill, he didn’t like being called Willy. I visited Tarpley over Labor Day weekend twice during my university years. Once … Continue reading

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buffalo

Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo is a sentence where the same word functions in four different roles. Adjective-subject-verb-adjective-direct object. It is probably possible to distinguish the roles played by the two adjectives, but that would take the skills of a … Continue reading

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photo booth

Those funny little stalls stashed in odd corners of a shopping mall or just outside a movie theater, sounding their siren calls for the spare 5 minutes and handful of change. You step inside with your brother or beloved or … Continue reading

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hat

‘Hmm…have you seen an incredibly tall, stovepipe hat?’ he asks, peering at me, his face coming much closer to mine than it has in years. ‘No, no, no!’ I giggle, delighted that we are playing this game. ‘Hmm…perhaps I left … Continue reading

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caves

Unedited, as it arrived on the page: Caves make me think of solitude. Natural shelters from the wind and rain. Hidden crevices.There’s one called Hell’s Hole near my own hometown. Caves behind waterfalls. There was one in Texas, in the … Continue reading

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