Granting glimmers between reflection and longing, joy lays hold of you by what you know you will lose, with reflections of the unobservable universe, with the present delight of fleetingness. She touches and kisses her intended as a warm wind rising, then passes, allowing nothing but brushes of her solitaire assent and disappearance. Unable to […]
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, Or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, But because it never forgot what it could do. Naomi Shihab Nye “Never forgot,” these two words lifted from the last stanza of Nye’s poem, Famous. And isn’t this the clarion call of
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Chasing trophies in my youth, chasing validation, a pattern laid a groove in my psyche. My first trophy meant only there would be a pursuit for another. Holding silver goblets and plastic golf figurines hot-stamped with metallic foil elicits a nice smile for a newspaper picture. Captured within the bindings of a red scrapbook
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I didn’t notice when it happened. Somehow I found myself feeling nostalgic about Rod Stewart. A sudden compulsion to go to Wal-Greens and buy Grecian formula startled me. Vanity had never visited me before, just enough grooming awareness to be conforming. Evoking these thoughts, I stared at the picture confronting me, a fine Norman Rockwell
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