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Let Go or Be Dragged

Let go or be dragged. I keep coming back to that ancient Zen proverb, mostly in relation to the daily challenges of trying to get back into shape. Should I let go of this goal? Or should I continue to … Continue reading

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I Was Just Sitting Alone On My Brain-Porch

I was just sitting alone on my brain-porch when death sat down beside me.  My brain-porch is a solitary place where I figuratively sit during meditation. I look out on fields or woods, whatever landscape I conjure, and when any … Continue reading

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At First I Thought Sleep Was Just Out In The Hallway

  At first I thought Sleep was just out in the hallway, finishing up a quiet conversation. Or flossing. I thought I heard the water running. But Sleep has taken the keys, is driving my new car, too fast, first … Continue reading

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When I first met Fletcher

When I first met Fletcher he spoke a language that was as foreign as that thing between his legs. Not that thing (get your mind out of the gutter), his bike. It was sleek and lightweight, like no bike I … Continue reading

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Last swim of the summer

In this concrete vessel of cool chlorination The water held me up, Tirelessly resisted my strokes From end To end And again. All summer, the early morning sun peeked over the trees And spilled daylight on my wet head. But … Continue reading

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