This morning a redheaded woodpecker, pounding on a dead tree pulled my eyelashes from my eyelids. I stared at the ceiling listening to dead bark raining down on the side of the house from each heavy thump. Actually it was… Read More ›
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Day Without Demands
Saturday of no demands. A day like every day More of the same, less of the same. Newspaper pages turning As the Sun cast shadows through the French door pane. All kindle for the coming burning On a day beginning… Read More ›
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