memories
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We Are All Amalgamates
We are all amalgamates of taste and sound; once we heard, once we smelled something was integrated into our person chopped onions on a grill the small tinkle clunks of bamboo windchimes the breeze light the sun strong and its 1998 the grand opening of the aquarium downtown the dog had just died so we…
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Pink Granite
I always found her there, sitting in the dark quietly sweating in front of her ancient, browning air conditioner. The slowly brightening tip of her lit cigarette belied her breathing. Somehow she kept doing it no matter the medical condition: Arthritis, emphysema, heart failure, laryngeal cancer – those filtered sticks would be burning in her…
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Dark Dream
I recently had one of the most vivid dreams of my life. I was standing on a boardwalk in what may have been a city Like New York. Out in the bay a cascading series of nuclear explosions occurred. To say it was startling is an understatement. Here is a poem about it: In the…
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I Remember Venice…
I remember Venice and the stucco homes along the canals. I remember coastlines of soft sand and people arrayed along them as far as could be seen; a warm summer day was a beach day. The weather could be comfortable even in August, and when I was a child water, drinking water, flowed freely over…
The Numinous Cosmos 