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Isolation 2

When I was a boy I could easily spend hours in my bedroom by myself, playing games with my toy cars. I wouldn’t race them on orange tracks with loop de loops or push them across the floor as fast … Continue reading

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Isolation

Last night I had a dream that we were with a group of about half a dozen old friends. Our time together was at its end. We were outside somewhere, likely a park, and all of the friends were lined … Continue reading

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For Elizabeth Warren

Grief is not reserved for the dead or dying. Sometimes it joins us for other loss, for those we love or admire when they surrender, retire, decide the time has come to part ways. We are left with longing. We … Continue reading

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A poem for my mother

I always bring my camera because I never know which visit will be my last. I greet you and casually mention I am your son, just so you know. Words tumble from your tongue trying to find a place to … Continue reading

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Mom Getting Ready

The last time I saw my mother she was mostly lucid, her memory seeming fairly sharp, as was her wit. I haven’t been able to get home for a while, but have been getting reports about her health which had … Continue reading

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Freedom

I am not a revolutionary.  I am not an Anarchist.  I am not a Communist.  I am not a Democrat, Republican, Green, Libertarian, or anything else.  I am a political animal because I believe in a society that takes care … Continue reading

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