A ceiling
A comfort
A barrier
A threat and
A lot like people
Love them
Hate them
Transfigure them in your mind into bunnies and busses
They aren't going anywhere
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The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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January
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- growing assymetry
- Snowflake
- Ever After Begins Somewhere
- Taking in the Moonlight
- Forty One Year Old Stay At Home Dad
- electric stasis
- Of Families and Noisy Dirty Laundry
- Of Time and Props
- in and out and ...
- Aging Perspective
- The Best Poem
- Hope Alley
- Up and Out of a Long Day
- context
- Olives, Fruit or Vegetable
- the inevitability of winter
- Walls
- Clouds
- Check Out Anomalies
- He's Six
- Bigger Questions
- Authorship
- Radio Mash-Up Two: Three Words Have Two Meanings
- radio mash-up one
- Mailing In Moments
- the age of the blizzard
- Boo Ya
- New Years Resolution
- Of memory and will
- Blast It
- New Year
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