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2020-12-24 It’s Always the Eve of Tomorrow

Christmas Eve today. On one hand it’s all just fine. I have everything I need here. My people, love, nourishment, warmth, opportunity, and am looking forward to tomorrow and the adventures we will find there. On the other hand, it just doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like Christmas or the cusp of another residency…
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2020-12-23 Missing Christmas

Today I’m thinking about how in life, sometimes, not always, you get what you give. There have been times in my life where I apparently had nothing but time. Scrapbooks, photo albums, hand crafted Christmas cards, and all manner of hand written letters. Who remembers hand written letters? What a wonderful thing to go to…
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2020-12-19 Christmas is Slithering Near

See what I did there? Oh last night I just got seriously smashed. I mean, it doesn’t take much these days. A half a bottle of my favorite red wine, Jam Jar, which is sweet and goes to my head almost immediately. But its sweetness also probably contributes to the midnight wake up with a…
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2020-12-18 Time Doesn’t Give a Reason

It just runs and rolls and takes the days away. Years lost inside fragments of fractured mirrors or broken bottle glass strewn across the lawn, bits so small and clustered they look like the tee-box of hole nine. You know the one. Hard as hell to hit from because of the stampede of cottonwood trees…
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2020-12-17 One Way to Save a Life

It’s December 17 again. I see the calendar and think, “This day again.” We all have them. A day in time, a date on the calendar we recognize immediately, a date that takes us back to the past. We may have several, but for me, December 17 will always be a day that gives me…
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2020-12-15 Smile and Wave

Apparently that all I have to offer today. I woke up feeling pretty good and motivated to get lots of stuff done. I spent too much time yesterday being angry or sad and felt as though the 3+ hours I spent in CB were just hours that I could otherwise have been productive. I’m over…
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2020-12-14 What is Above and Below the Fold

You’ll never know because I’ll never remember. When I wrote this morning.. I wrote for an hour. Something about a procrastinations and lists that somehow led to writing about sharing my poetry with Jim, even the ones covering topics that might not be to his taste or worse, make him uncomfortable. Blah-blah, woof-woof, and then…

