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Pretend not to see the great blue heron,or it will fly away – she said – pretend to lookat something else – anything else.Look at the etched sandstone relief along the beach,and the purple sea star hiding in the green kelpbelow the kayak. See the fossilized palm trunksprotruding out of the stone bluff, and the gray diurnal watersfilling the bay. But don’t look straight at the heronwhich too

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I watched you kiss the kid in Carhartsplaying pool in the Old Timer’s Tavern.You slammed shots, laughed too loud,and slipped out the back door.You came home at 8 AM, wet from the rain,and we never talked about it.Once we went to Seattle to hear Carmina Buranaand on the way home we stood at the prowof the Bremerton ferry, drank vending machinecoffee and cognac, and I was King of the Worldfor forty

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In the moonlight I saw souls leaving bodies in a flash of light, bodies dropping like puppets from cut string, skin, bone and hair no longer held together,white bones waiting to be picked clean by sharp-toothed rodents and soft insects.Once bright – shrill – wondrous – laughing,and now still as stones.Joy lasts forever, but spreads out in waves, thins to almost nothing, imperceptible as moth

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I want you to be the last thing I seewhen I step onto the station platform,when I load my bags above my seat,when I look out the window,when the train lurches awayfrom this town.I want to see you standing below the station clockin your blue dress, waving,receding in the distance,gone.

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In the end their lives resembledthe empty spaces in the ashes,the last citizens of Pompeii.Spaces when filled with plasterreveal their final seconds of life,pain forever focused in their faces,mothers forever shielding childrenand couples forever embracing,frightened bodies reachingfor the thing they loved mostat the instant their very soulswere ripped from their mooringsin a blast of

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I trashed Facebook. I don't want to fit my life into some company's commercial money making scheme. I know that blogger.com is not much better, but at least I will write whole sentences.My goal is to write a free-flowing blog that is an alternative to Facebook. You can e-mail me via the profile link. You can post links to your site in comments to my posts. Comments are moderated, since it is

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“To be a man is to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory won by one's comrades. It is to feel, when setting one's stone, that one is contributing to the building of the world.”Antoine De Saint-Exupery

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