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This morning early, after yesterday having seen the Renoir poster child, Matisse and Degas, et al, I wonder what has transpired. Yes, I was spoken to, I felt th

I am next to the palm tree just before the slope down to Silver Street before it was uprooted, before the middle girls were born, before the first letter of the

We sat in my daughter’s comfortable home and talked of what made me a pacifist, my non-combatant military experience and the lieutenant colonel in New York who

The broadcast biography of him last night bringing back his tortured productive genius, including the idea he might have been a little in love with death

Sue told me. I laughed and said I’d write a poem about the idea. There is some- thing command- ing about Christmas conjuring childhood memories. Of course, I ma

There is time to think of the moment only if I have consciousness; I do mean, mind you, the act of being un-asleep. Thoughts are relative. I can be quite awake