Saturday, May 09, 2020

MARCH 11 2020: A SONNET

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Shall I recall the final normal day? It dawned a Wednesday morning bright and clear. The day began with friends and bridge to play Some winn...

REFLECTING ON THE FOOD SUPPLY

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REFLECTING ON THE FOOD SUPPLY IN COWBOY POETRY He was sittin at the table chewin on a fine T-bone. There was steak sauce on his moustache. ...
Friday, April 24, 2020

FINDING HOPE HAIKU IN THE TIME OF COVID

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Reading with children Facetime is the next best thing When snuggling is out. Walking with Kathy To be outside where life is So spectacular....

AUDACIOUS HOPERS HOPE FOR THINGS

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Audacious hopers hope for things No practical person would dream of hoping for, Things we are certain can never happen Given the current cir...

ON CHOOSING TO BE HOPEFUL

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Some days I am hopeful, Others not so much. It’s the same world on any specific day Regardless of how hopeful I am, Only the possibilities f...
Thursday, April 23, 2020

THE BEST BURGER

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The best burger I ever had was last Saturday. It sang to my heart Backed up by a chorus of fries Accompanied by a chocolate shake. The bes...
Saturday, April 18, 2020

GRIEVING IN THE TIME OF COVID 19

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The grief monster got me again this morning, caught me unaware and gave me the old one-two punch in the gut. “Get out!” I shouted. But I did...
Sunday, April 12, 2020

LET THERE BE PANSIES!

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A couple of days ago I turned the channel to Detroit Public TV. I planned to watch the late night news for five or ten minutes. It’s somethi...
Friday, April 10, 2020

GROCERIES

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A pair of friendly strangers showed up at my door with a grocery order this morning. My groceries were already unpacked by 8:00 AM. Everythi...
Wednesday, April 08, 2020

WEDNESDAYS

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It’s Wednesday. I like Wednesdays, always have. In school days and work days, Wednesday was the point of departure. A week that started out ...