Tag: Love
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Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, May 21, 2024, or: After a Nonproductive Monday, I’m Hoping for a Better Writing Day
Late Morning, Tuesday, May 21, 2024, Madison, New Hampshire Hi, folks. It’s another cool but warming up spring day here in my corner of Madison’s Eidelweiss District. As I begin this post, the temperature is 70°F (21°C) under mostly sunny skies. With humidity at 71% and the wind blowing from the south-southwest at 2 MPH…
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Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, February 27, 2024, or: A Quick SITREP on My Novelist’s Journey
Late Morning, Tuesday, February 27, 2024, Madison, New Hampshire Greetings, everyone. It’s a lovely late winter morning here in northern New England. Currently, the temperature is 40°F (5°C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 56% and the wind blowing from the west-northwest at 1 MPH (2 KM/H), the feels-like temperature is 54°F (15°C). Today’s forecast…
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Passion Revisited, Again (A Haiku)
Sunlight streaming through Partly drawn muslin curtains Falls softly upon you.
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Autumn Leaves – This is the Spot! (A Haiku)
Dry leaves underfoot Crackle loudly like gunshots Quick! This is the spot!
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T: Music from the Original Blog Soundtrack
Last week, as many of you know, I wrote a series of posts in the “memoir” category I call Tempus Fugit (Time Flies) about a boy, a girl, and their painfully brief schoolyard romance at Coral Park in November of 1972. I called it Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T – 50 Years Later, and even…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)
I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind,…
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School, 1972 (Heartsong): Haiku #9
Auburn hair, loose, brushed Past fair shoulders gently spills Catches morning’s light
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School, 1972: Haiku #4
Blue skies and white clouds High above the packed schoolyard Below, sad goodbyes
A Certain Point of View, Too 