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Bouquet

I spent the night in jail and looked at the walls and I wondered how I would eat the food for years and days and days on end. From the perspective of day one (and only one) it was inedible. … Continue reading

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Jun 2012

Being white and dancing is a lesson, is a burden to bear, is a leveler, is a kind of unarguable truth. I would watch Bubba, my friend, my black friend, dance. We were 13. It was so odd to me. … Continue reading

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Right Sized

I was told as a kid to never think of myself as above anyone. Later I spent years in therapy trying to sort out why I believed I was less than everyone. Humility, for me, means that I am right … Continue reading

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365…+1

About the time that my son had made it to one year, I published my latest post, #365, a year’s worth. Took me three years. The last year felt like three in some ways and like three minutes in some … Continue reading

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Burlingame

No matter how important I make up my job is, there is always the number cruncher who reduces it to the cold and lowest terms of dollars and hours and widgets and grubbing and the taste in my mouth is … Continue reading

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Meathead

One of the ways that I learned about prejudice was Archie Bunker. Archie had a problem with anyone who, well, who wasn’t him. All in the Family was not politically correct in its verbiage, but it did more for stripping … Continue reading

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Untitled 13

Sometimes the beauty comes by accident; the camera sees it for me. This is one of those pictures where I wonder if I am the only one who sees something poetic, graceful. Does the same feeling arise in you when … Continue reading

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The Rain.

I lay in the rain to let the drops hit me like downbeats to the next breath, like little knocks on the apartment door when I lived alone on a Sunday afternoon and the quiet was everywhere. The clouds, moving … Continue reading

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Michael

I wore my scrubs in to Starbuck’s. My case was late starting and I stopped by on the way in. I sat down in a faux leather arm chair. Immediately Michael engaged me. Being my usual reclusive self, I acted … Continue reading

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Blue Chair and Slats

Some people know the world around them by feeling other people’s feelings. Others have a sense in their bodies. I look. Then I run what you are doing through the database of my billions of watched moments. My brain sifts … Continue reading

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