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I just returned from Boston, a four-hour drive, mostly in the light, ending in the dark. I drove down yesterday afternoon. I was there less than 24 hours. Two good friends are moving to Nairobi... More »
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In the wee hours last night I was blasted awake by an explosion of thunder. The lightning must have struck in the field right next to the house, or in the woods across the way. ... More »
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The storms these past few days (we got more today) stir memories of my childhood. This poem is based on something I remember happening in the first house I grew up in. Whether it really... More »
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I don't know what it is about visiting my parents, but it makes me want to buy lottery tickets. OK, I do know what it is. Every Christmas they give us all scratch tickets. Last... More »
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Tonight winter officially hands over the reins to spring. Of course, winter is known to be reluctant to do so, like a housemate who just doesn't understand that the lease is up and he needs... More »
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