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A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

I took this photo years ago while in Maine. I have kept it along with a few other special images that show up whenever I go into my photo gallery. Mostly I transfer new photos out of the gallery into storage files, and see them again only when I go searching. So, why keep this particular…

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A MURDER OF CROWS

A MURDER OF CROWS

The day was slightly misty … a light rain had started to fall. The familiar road lead past an old farm with a wide-open field alive with a flock of crows. They looked particularly spiffy policing the grass in their little black uniforms. There is just something about a flock of crows that draws the…

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DON’T ASK

DON’T ASK

Here, in the midst of social distancing and isolation where time speeds by slowly, and distorts one’s perception of the future, I sometimes feel as if my brains are leaking out and becoming something like gnarly gnats only more passive aggressive. Those things I ought to do but don’t, those projects partly started and never…

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UNDER THE BOARDWALK

UNDER THE BOARDWALK

Here are we all, in the midst of a world of chaos. Living with the unknown, with no view of what lies ahead. Like still water our current existence reflects only what is visible in the present. However, if we look under the boardwalk, where the shadows allow us to see below the surface, we…

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I’VE BEEN THINKING

I’VE BEEN THINKING

I have just completed a short writing course in creative non-fiction, offered through the President’s College at the University of Hartford. It was a wonderful experience, although it reminded me of how much I will never have time to know. The readings were stimulating, and so different from anything I have read before. They stirred…

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OVERWHELMED

OVERWHELMED

Lately I have felt swamped by random thoughts, and fleeting memories. They seem to drop in like Victorian matrons for afternoon tea, stay long enough to disturb the cushions on the sofa, and then leave as if loath to overstay their welcome. And I am left with only a vague memory of a thought, never…

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