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OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading

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BRIEF CANDLES – AN HOUR ONSTAGE

At the end of life, the very old shrink into child-size imitations of the towering adults their children knew. Not my parents, I would have thought as a child, if I’d ever imagined such a thing. Not my parents. Those … Continue reading

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THE TURNING TIDE – A POEM

THE TURNING TIDE   I don’t sail there it’s not my sea  But fallen blood flows back to me       Not the fools crimson carnival ride  But dark Alabama, deep and wide    From the home never lost I … Continue reading

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