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I see this thought as it pops up from a creek flowing swirling into my morass of consciousness and awareness or this orange flower growing through a crack in the cement along a crumbling downtown Detroit overpass life struggling without knowing perhaps the impossibility of existence inside an amazing invisible time-machine do we tear at … Continue reading On Not Standing in the Same River
you see, all of this is about the fact that it was us up in those airplanes as brave pioneers with innovative genius discovering that we can so every second, every millimeter of flight carried us and don’t think we didn’t look down upon barren field and green grass eye level with the tops of … Continue reading Flying Folded Paper Planes
Back then I clipped newspaper stories Put them in a box to preserve my present Thinking I’ll need to know this In the future, worried All may be lost in the past Ink like thoughts Disappearing, evaporating into time While I tried to save time Clipping the Chronicle Times My scissors kept time But the … Continue reading Finding Myself in an Old Box
What tricks you know you can do? Sleeper, Walk the Dog, Around the World, Rock the Baby? Pedro Flores, a Fillipino immigrant to San Francisco, made a bunch of money demonstrating these tricks all over the country in the 1920’s. He started a yo-yo company which brought the innovative trick enabled free spinning looped slip-string … Continue reading Yo Yo & Me
I hate babies! the man in the 4th row said who hates babies I thought by the end of the flight it was most of us screeches intermittent each pause just long enough to make us feel maybe it was finally done with each squealing reprise another passenger flipped from ‘poor baby’ to ‘my poor … Continue reading Babies on the Plane
Two trains, one going east and one west stopped at a depot station for a 20-minute transfer. A counter café stretched on an overlooking balcony up above, with small tables scattered about a couple service counters and a dozen food vending machines. She climbed the north stairs, while he boarded the south side elevator. She … Continue reading 2 Trains Depart 2 Lifetimes Apart
Downy curls of blue smoke rising drift skyward turn into white ribboned waves as clear breath vapor and air combine born of the brown rolled stick leaf now ash grey remains of green leaf gently cured so I can save half for the morning. https://aliciabrogan.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/colombia/ http://bestcubancigarsblog.blogspot.com/ background photo: http://cubancigarsculturelifestyle.blogspot.com/ check that one out, nice photos … Continue reading A Just Cigar
