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Nostalgia – A Repost

Are the roses in bloom in the Bois de Boulogne Wild flowers ablaze in the cool Texas dawn? Do high heels still rule on the Champs-Élysées La moda high style on the Rue de la Paix?   Does the temple … Continue reading

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Dancing to Perfidia

The Hotel Torino – Massawa, Eritrea built by the Fascists when Eritrea was an Italian colony.  In 1960s it had a roof top bar; 20 year old Toritto  misspent a portion of his youth in Eritrea and had many a drink … Continue reading

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  High tropic Summer lies heavy o’er this land sweltering heat and humidity our Amazon, green algae choked seeking it’s path to the open sea trying hard not to disappear into the sodden rain soaked soil Spanish moss as living room drapes Queen … Continue reading

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From a Tent in Italy

In the camp of dreams he s sitting on his balcony in Aleppo; the lights of his city now dimmed the street blackened and empty the clatter of crockery indicating life goes on somewhere; in the dark a distant rifle … Continue reading

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Drinking With Art Majors

Sipping on her green drink turning to her girlfriend her lips move and sound comes out “Remember that Dadaism rejected the prevailing standards of art through anti-art in order to ridicule the meaninglessness of life in the modern world; that … Continue reading

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The bones of Richard III Curious things bones; signifying substance and frailty resolve and vulnerability  life and death If there is anything reverent about life it lies in the sad indifference of naked bones, stripped of individuality for under our … Continue reading

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Gifts from Crows

Dim December’s light breaking dawn of Winter’s night reveals a naked frozen bough hosting the chorus of crows rousing us to a morning thick in ice where nothing flows save time alone leaving tiny gifts in the feeder cleared of … Continue reading

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