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Meandering the Blue Highways: Southwest, Here We Come, Again
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Meandering the Blue Highways. Friday, October 21, 2016. Southwest, Here We Come, Again. Natural Bridge, Bryce Canyon National Park. First stop: Zion National Park, where we thought we would spend a day or two. Upon entering the park and seeing the full parking lots, lines at the bus stops, and full campsites, we quickly reevaluated our decision. Cedar Breaks National Monument. Brrrr! On our spring trip, the aspen were just leafing out; now they were changing colors. Slowly moving through hundreds of thes...
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Poetry Untethered: April 2014
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Friday, April 18, 2014. A Year in Three Sunsets, 2007. Writing about camping recently on Bodega Bay harbor and enjoying another sunset in the town where my parents lived in their retirement, I. Was reminded of the following poem. A Year in Three Sunsets, 2007. Mom's street slides down the hill. And curves back up. At the bottom. Of the loop my son and I stop. And watch the Pacific open. For the sun. We wait. For the green flash. On a clear day. Just after the sun. Slips into the ocean. 8203; A man stands.
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Poetry Untethered: April 2013
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Monday, April 1, 2013. To Peel an Avocado. Yesterday, as he prepared an avocado sandwich, Doug commented, to my great pleasure, how he always remembers my story about Nikki when he peels an avocado. So do I. To Peel an Avocado. I lift another avocado from the basket. This one is for salad:. It must resist like a muscle the gentle pressure. Of my fingers. This one will work. I remove. The remnant of its connection to its branch, then rotating it. In my palm, press the blade through the rough skin,. And pu...
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Poetry Untethered: A Year in Three Sunsets, 2007
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Friday, April 18, 2014. A Year in Three Sunsets, 2007. Writing about camping recently on Bodega Bay harbor and enjoying another sunset in the town where my parents lived in their retirement, I. Was reminded of the following poem. A Year in Three Sunsets, 2007. Mom's street slides down the hill. And curves back up. At the bottom. Of the loop my son and I stop. And watch the Pacific open. For the sun. We wait. For the green flash. On a clear day. Just after the sun. Slips into the ocean. 8203; A man stands.
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Poetry Untethered: February 2013
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Monday, February 4, 2013. A tall pole rose in my grandparents' back yard, its finial a two-story,. Multiple-room purple marten house Grandpa built. From the grass’s edge,. Grandpa’s strawberry vines trailed down the bank toward the woods. Mom. Preserved their summer sweetness in jam we spread on toast. To warm us on Pennsylvania winter mornings. My own efforts,. While my sons napped, rarely made it to Fresno’s foggy winters. I lack patience, and when a batch appeared promising,. From the wooden counter a...
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Poetry Untethered: March 2014
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Sunday, March 30, 2014. Sonata: Fresno, 1999. Sonata: Fresno, 1999. I dig weeds, lop off seed heads,. Prune wayward branches, chop. And curse) the redwood. With its endless debris and offspring,. Drain grit from sprinkler lines (and later. Dig it out from under my nails). Lush syllables in my mouth). Intensely imbued petals though shy. Above their feathered leaves. My older son’s first spring). Periwinkle roams, exuberant,. Starred. California poppies. Was hard earned. “Oh! She realizes I am crouched.
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Poetry Untethered: Morning Show
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Saturday, March 30, 2013. When I first moved from Fresno forty miles southeast to Visalia, I missed the singing of birds that I'd known in my three Fresno yards. Doug immediately installed bird feeders. We currently have five feeders and two birdbaths. I often stand at the sliding doors or sit in the breakfast nook just watching and listening to the birds. The blue jay announces breakfast from the Chinese elm, then flies. Madly about the back yard, trying to dominate the feeders and the. Meandering the B...
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Poetry Untethered: Sonata: Fresno, 1999
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Sunday, March 30, 2014. Sonata: Fresno, 1999. Sonata: Fresno, 1999. I dig weeds, lop off seed heads,. Prune wayward branches, chop. And curse) the redwood. With its endless debris and offspring,. Drain grit from sprinkler lines (and later. Dig it out from under my nails). Lush syllables in my mouth). Intensely imbued petals though shy. Above their feathered leaves. My older son’s first spring). Periwinkle roams, exuberant,. Starred. California poppies. Was hard earned. “Oh! She realizes I am crouched.
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Poetry Untethered: To Peel an Avocado
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Monday, April 1, 2013. To Peel an Avocado. Yesterday, as he prepared an avocado sandwich, Doug commented, to my great pleasure, how he always remembers my story about Nikki when he peels an avocado. So do I. To Peel an Avocado. I lift another avocado from the basket. This one is for salad:. It must resist like a muscle the gentle pressure. Of my fingers. This one will work. I remove. The remnant of its connection to its branch, then rotating it. In my palm, press the blade through the rough skin,. And pu...
