Ancestral

I never knew my Grandpa. We have only a faded daguerreotype. But we kids had found out what we weren’t supposed to Through fortuitous eavesdropping. He had just gone into his barn one day And done the deed with his own shotgun. Then, when I was twenty, My troubled old Dad said a thing All […]

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Marking time

when we are in joy when it’s as if we purr with a good book and hot coffee when our longed for break comes the time subjectively speeds in moments of displeasure or pain we watch the second hand tick tick tick us off the time subjectively slows me, I have a conundrum it is […]

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