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It’s 1:49 in my neck of the woods.

Time to head home….

…softly…

 

Coming, Going & Sitting Empty

Dog and Bird with Red Velvet Chair, Cage, Windows and Trees

Walk in a Rust Belt Neighborhood

A hot day in July.

Walked home from dropping the car off at the mechanic.

Took the camera with me.

A dearth…

 

…of activity, that is…

…around here…

…on this here blog.

Working on changing that.

Working on entering the world of Trying To Get Published.

So…not so many poems to share for a bit…

…but some assays into essay in the pipe…

…and the photos….always the photos…

…to maybe spruce this place up a bit.

Green things are growing.

Critters are creeping.

And beauty?

It’s there…

…if you look close….

 

The Noise and the Unconditioned

 

Sometimes the lines and the bars

and the panes and the wires

come from everywhere around,

up from below, down from above,

in from all sides, even, at times,

from within, and it is all that we can

do just to catch a glimpse of the unconfined

though it is all around us.