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A Simple Wooden Glider
A simple wooden glider at the curb for Bulk Trash Day. Its rear cushion sags and hangs tenuously by a loop re-sewed twice. The armrests have long since lost the softness of their pseudo suede and are worn and polished like a haystack rock on the Oregon coast. Years ago, the chipboard seat support bentContinue reading “A Simple Wooden Glider”
In His Time
Every year I marvel more and more at how long it takes for the Aster and the Goldenrod to bloom. Think back to when you saw your first blossom of Spring. Maybe it was a Crocus against your house, or perhaps you spied Snowdrops in Central Park. But now, in the damp of an autumnContinue reading “In His Time”
For Rebecca
Tonight was the closest that I have ever come to seeing our county, our town, and our home from the view of my own wife, my own flesh.
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