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Discovering Gold

Discovering Gold Hear many complain about lack of gold in these ‘golden’ years. Did it myself for a bit of time, until I found vein of precious metal running through my days. Very real nuggets of that priceless commodity called … Continue reading

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One Question

One Question Do you disturb, interrupt, unsettle, interfere, hinder, disarrange, perplex, or trouble the silence in the world around you? Perhaps you should. Elizabeth Crawford  4/22/2018 Notes: The word disturb used to mean all kinds of things to me, and … Continue reading

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A Thought

A Thought Sometimes wish that the word Sunday was just what it says: A day filled with sunshine, beautiful blue skies, with fluffy white clouds drifting through them. But, must remember that rain, wind, and even snow have a purpose … Continue reading

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Life Without Logic

Life Without Logic Am a North Wisconsin Hillbilly who writes poetry. Is that even reasonable, let alone logical? Grew up in a big/little town where Sunday’s second service was football, family, screaming at the television as if players whose names … Continue reading

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What is Splendid?

What is Splendid? Ear hears the word imagination rushes to make a path toward memory: Two eagles wing waltzing in life-bond dance of renewal. Trees crowding curve of back country road where black bear cub sits trying to capture dappled … Continue reading

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Marananthaheth? “Yez, little one…” Do Dragons dance? “Ummm, why yezz we do. When we fly. We flip, we frolic, how do you zzay? We loopdaloop. Iz that not danzing?” Yes, I guess so… But do you hear music, when you … Continue reading

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On Tree of Life

On Tree of Life Watch myself climb carefully onto branch of long-ago other life. Shaky splayed hands wrapped around cracked bark, which still holds clear sparks of memory. See her there, woman I was, curled tightly on living room sofa. … Continue reading

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