Sleeping with the bogie man.

January 27, 2013 § 9 Comments

Moon over TallahasseeHow about a couple of poems?

I wrote the first for a proposed picture book.

You will recognize the main character.

It lived under your bed too.

The second is the grown-up version. The thing under the bed is still there.

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At least…

January 19, 2013 § 4 Comments

The glass half full.One woman’s list of life’s modest victories and consolation prizes.

At least she’d dented the car door in the same place as last time.

At least the stain was in the back.

At least he hadn’t tattooed her name anywhere that showed when fully dressed.

At least the dog did it on the linoleum.

No way she was getting through this dry-eyed; at least she’d packed plenty of Kleenex.

At least he put the seat down.

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What I’ve learned so far, part 2.

January 12, 2013 § 12 Comments

Life is strictly learn-as-you-go.

Sometimes what we learn takes our breath away—but most of what we discover falls into the “helpful hints” category.  Here are a few helpful hints and one or two breath-takers gleaned on my own random walk.

Matthew as GrouchoDays are long. Life is short.

To see the splendor in the rusty puddle on the water meter cover, or embrace the challenge of forcing a bottle cap through a gap in a picnic table, or be awed by the mystery of the disappearance of bath water, travel with someone new to the world, say a grandson who will be “three in March.”

A spider can take up half of your clothes line and make better use of it than you do.

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A tree grows in Seminole Manor Neighborhood.

January 1, 2013 § 11 Comments

Live oak in Seminole Manor Neighborhood.The live oaks of Seminole Manor Neighborhood and I started life at about the same time; the early nineteen-fifties.

I was in Pearl River, New York, weed-skinny, and casting a modest shadow, but aspiring toward the sky.

Here in Tallahassee, surrounded by just-built stucco cottages intended to house the officers of Mabry Airfield, the young live oaks were doing the same.

We were all brand spanking new then: me, the houses, and the live oaks.

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