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Excerpts from poems

These are excerpts from a poem collection that Bill Lavender put together – I just have notes, not the title, full poem or much less the names of the poets (Lorenzo Thomas, Ralph Adamo, someone Meyer – I didn’t keep the poets name with the note)  – but these lines resonate – they are all from different poems:A world wherethe flawis asprized as the crystal’sperfectionand I am dancing there.****The ground is still wetin those woods.****Nothing of…

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As dark clouds gather, light appears

Rain this morning. So we had to wait to walk and Loca paced and made noises under her breath and looked out the window – waiting. Arlene peed the floor. Thursday begins – some sort of restlessness last night that caused me to toss and turn and start thinking again of what I should be letting go of – but the thoughts persist – not heeding any of my purposeful admonishments to go – just…

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The good poems are created by the great poets

From Seamus Heaney – one of my favs: VALEDICTION Lady with the frilled blouse And simple tartan skirt, Since you left the house Its emptiness has hurt  All thought. In your presence  Time rode easy, anchored  On a smile; but absence  Rocked love’s balance, unmoored  The days. They buck and bound  Across the calendar,  Pitched from the quiet sound Of your flower-tender  Voice. Need breaks on my strand;  You’ve gone, I am at sea.  Until…

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The waiting is the hardest part

I slogged out of bed this morning – just resistant to getting up and going – then I took the dogs out, then brought Arlene back – then took Loca out for a longer walk. This part of the walk began with me muttering underneath my breath – releasing anger about something that I need to just let go of – but I had a few more words to mutter before I could do that…

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Best hood in the world

Bayou St John is a bohemian neighborhood filled with an eclectic mix of doctors, musicians, professors, writers, artists, jewelers, business people and what have you – just a wonderful neighborhood in a wonderful city. Yesterday, when I was coming back from the ATM machine at the Can, I crossed the street instead of following the bayou home I took a side street over and ran into Evan Christopher – a talented clarinetist and friend –…

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Songs to save us

Coming back from the post office today, B stopped and drove up on the bayou to chat. He had just spent the entire weekend entertaining his boss and his boss’ boss and a bunch of managers by doing all things New Orleans including tailgating for the BCS game. He is up to his usual, trying to organize people around a children’s book that he has had written by an author and illustrated by a young…

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