Bob’s blog

... walking to the bus stop in a december storm...

2009-12-02T18:23:54Z

Walking to the Bus Stop in a December Storm Cool raindrops swept in my face - the wind shaking its hair dry.

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... jerry...

2009-12-02T18:08:07Z

Jerry The pegboard in my neighbor's garage is littered with the outlines of various tools of his hobby - woodworking - like mug shots for the handyman; have you seen this awl? missing for 3 days now, a worn hammer shaped liked so; ...

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... archer road...

2009-11-30T17:50:33Z

Archer Road Out my bedroom window Archer Road sweeps away to the south like a broad gray carpet cutting past bare trees and high-tension towers and a steady row of black mailboxes like fat crows waiting for lunch; Archer Road sits and w...

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... not yet december but...

2009-11-29T16:58:14Z

Not Yet December But Through the branches of now-bare trees I see the houses of distant neighbors that are hidden from my view the rest of the year by veils of leaves; tonight their windows and porches are lined with Christmas lights th...

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... oriole...

2009-11-04T14:09:50Z

Oriole And one said What when another said Dark, night and this was on a bed after sex when magic could slip between the breaths of cologne and smoke on the heart's weary trampoline another matter was writing its thoughts down while...

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... like adam named every animal...

2009-11-03T14:29:58Z

Like Adam Named Every Animal Full roundabout catching many words and bestowing on them titles of bigger things than they really are; see the purple swift just now flying up to us and its nest in the eaves - I could write love on its ...

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... a pounding moment...

2009-11-02T18:15:57Z

A Pounding Moment It is during a lull in the rain clouds that the Sun folds then drops a small note of confession on the field and woods behind the house; before I can dress and rush outside to read it for myself the birds have carrie...

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... for dinners past...

2009-10-31T16:48:33Z

For Dinners Past The potatoes and beautiful things left on plates scrapings of butter and salt dissolving along with the meaning of why we are here all heading for the same soapy warm water that will bless your hands and mine we'r...

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... since i don't believe in tomorrow, i tell you today...

2009-10-28T00:45:11Z

Since I Don't Believe In Tomorrow, I Tell You Today I think you are the queen of all angels and the moon is your cup; there is a brown tree tall among the others that reminds me of your hands, ever touching all that surrounds you.

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... askance...

2009-10-22T16:31:24Z

Askance At 9 a.m. there was a wasp on my window screen seeking a way inside; just after lunch I found a ladybug there instead doing the same; an hour before sunset it was a locust thick as a crayon watching me quietly; what have I...

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