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Winterish


Winterish   After last night’s blizzard, the cement Chinese scholar—who meditates on a makeshift pedestal in our garden’s southwest corner—has suffered a storm-change into something rich and strange. Atop his modest Buddhist curls, he now wears a proud bishop’s miter of … Continue reading

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A Feeling That Begins With “G”


A Feeling That Begins With G Sometimes, it jumps you like a lioness that crouches in the dumb-struck grass.  Sometimes, far-off, you’ll see it charging like a rogue bull elephant that leaves a random mess of death behind.  Like dogged … Continue reading

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Adriane Speaks Out on Access Olympus


Adriane Speaks Out on Access Olympus I don’t regret the sword or my paranormal ball of yarn.  They were the least of my gifts to him.  Not that he got my astounding primordial clout. Like a magpie’s eye, his always … Continue reading

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Aubade


Aubade Winter’s last sortie, the weather gods predicting an inch or two of sturm und slush… Our skin, our lungs— and the body’s other sentries all too aware of a frost-bit crocus somewhere—groan. (It’s April 7th & the clock radio … Continue reading

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