December 30, 2017
Just a short, banal observation, prompted by the stark, leafless, and sun-seared view out my window this morning: When B. looks pretty, it’s because a balance between nature and the man-made is achieved. In winter, visible nature dies back, and all the helter-skelter, undesigned or at least ill-placed aspects of the man-made rise to prominence: […]
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December 30, 2017
Needles (Poem) The New Year hasn’t yet begun, I’m stumbling too soon Over needles and branches. Amid recycling bins and garbage cans Discarded Christmas trees block the Way. It’s Not even A new year And I’m stumbling over Needles stuck on branches Of Christmas trees put out for trash. I Feel The sharp Need to redeem Those curbed, coldly ditched […]
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