Elephant-ly Speaking
Aug 27, 2025

You know the old tale? The one , ascribed to many cultures, in which four blind men were presented by their master with an enormous elephant to explore, and all they had to do after they explored the creature was…

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All Violence is Equal
Aug 27, 2025

That’s one of the silliest, most conspicuously obvious, phrases I have heard. Did anyone argue that all violence WAS equal? The obvious temptation is to break it down – and, I warn you, this will be boring—to the violence against…

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I might have saved you.
Aug 26, 2025

I might have saved you Agatha knew what the letters meant: her family had been deported. Hitler said they were no longer German citizens, and he separated them from their land. “They must have pried Herr Finkham’s fingers from the…

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I might have saved you.
Aug 26, 2025

Today, though the temps were creeping up past 80 degrees, I still took my daily walk into the woods. I'm back at work now after 14 weeks off for thumb joint replacement surgery. I'm working the 2pm until 11pm shift,…

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The door I almost walked through
Aug 26, 2025

The San Francisco Chronicle’s Datebook section announced that a horse drawn circus was coming to town. My husband was always up for an adventure, and on Friday night, we went to the first show. Got there early to check everything…

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I Might Have Saved You
Aug 26, 2025

I might have saved you if my pale hunger for sensation, satisfaction and thrills had not led me to savagely crack your fragile shell, exposing the tender heated ground beneath...i made you bleed sand; I might have saved you if…

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I Might Have Saved You
Aug 26, 2025

Wow! My computer just attacked me! It’s the second time it did that, the second time I’ve tried to open something that I was forbidden to open, in each case a poem. Who knew that poems could be so aggressive?…

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I might have saved you
Aug 26, 2025

She prepares like it was any other day. Toilette, tea, overcoat. The wind is stronger than she expects, even for a Spring day. From the window of the carriage, she notices the crocuses bloom. They arrive at the church, the…

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I left plenty behind!
Aug 25, 2025

Whenever we'd move, a part of us remained at the old place. My four kids and I along with one cat and one dog had to move 12 times within a 20-year period of living in the San Francisco Bay…

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Everything changes
Aug 25, 2025

Long before Burning Man became a thing, I made a habit of driving out to the Black Rock to stand on the playa. I’d walk away from my pickup, take my clothes off and run. I’d stop to stretch my…

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Playa Rule #1
Aug 25, 2025

I’ve never experienced Burning Man, except by watching the many fun documentaries filmed there…I’m not a fan of dust, hot sand and potentially sickening promiscuity….i do love the art of the Burners, admire their creativity and courage, their rage and…

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I Left No Part Behind
Aug 25, 2025

I’ve been packing. I start the same way: inspired by an ad in Chico’s or Talbot’s, picturing myself in the flowered blouse (cut short, the new style, but with the long sleeves I like) or the lounge outfit, the comfy…

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