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Dryad
Ghost of Never, my sweet Never After Never again or before Spirit of rusty smoke in the moonlight Gathered and swept out the door Specter of ever that could have been sung A rolling note... More »
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Today is beautiful Jena’s Birthday! Well, not today, yesterday, well, somewhere. I like the way the world turns, but sometimes days keep slipping, slipping into the future and you haven’t realized they are here yet,... More »
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Dear Readers! Below is Part III of “QUESTIONS.” I haven’t counted, but my bet is that it has gone from being a short story to a Novella. Somehow that happens to me fairly frequently. It... More »
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I am taking the liberty of sneaking something else in between parts II and II of “Questions”. I have just had the most incredible experience - one I’ve had before, but it seems fantastic and... More »
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I am putting the final touches on PLAY POD. It seems to have taken forever, but you know, good things come to those who wait! I’ll bet your kid-self hates it when people say things... More »
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IN HONOR OF NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. IN HONOR OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN . . . HERE THEY COME, ONE AFTER ANOTHER. MORE THAN ANYONE WILL EVER READ A FLOOD, A DELUGE, A CONFLAGRATION .... More »
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“Florence is a gift” (Chaim Potok: “My Name is Asher Lev”) In wide still streets of Sunday she dreams in ancient silence, coral and ivory walls of lace cupped in green Chianti hills. Like a... More »
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I like to write poetry about other poets and to glean ideas from other poets as well. Often one line will set me off in an entirely different direction, serving as a catalyst - something... More »
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I have just spent a week “coming home” to Southern Utah. A long time ago, I was almost born at Cedar Breaks National Monument. My Mom and Daddy turned the car around just in time... More »
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