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American Dream

AWindowless facades gape With saddened eyes Cracked sidewalks Hopscotch and hope Remnants of yesterday Once vibrant streets vacant Life but whispers on the wind Weed filled lots Host rusted skeletons That slumber there Trees, like old friends Embrace the decay … Continue reading

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Backroads

That you’re movin’ on the back roads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind From Glen Campbell’s “Gentle On My Mind” I grew up about nine miles north of Boston, MA, so … Continue reading

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Roads Traveled

This is a bit of nostalgia penned after driving some of the back roads of Maine and passing old farms, many no longer active. My thoughts took me to the days when they were still alive and times were both … Continue reading

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A Moving Experience

I was standing, idly looking out the front window when I saw the moving van creep slowly up the street. I didn’t have to guess where it was going. The house behind me had recently sold, and I was sure … Continue reading

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Home For The Holidays

Home: noun -The place (such as a house or apartment) where a person lives The above, as defined by Merriam Webster, is what a home is supposed to be.  I do not totally disagree, but I do think it falls … Continue reading

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Roads Traveled

This is just a bit of nostalgia penned after driving some of the back roads of Maine and passing old farms, many no longer active.  My thoughts took me to the days when they were still alive and times were … Continue reading

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Summer Porch

Shade shrouded retreats Cling stoically Inviting oases Seducing our souls Artifacts of sanguine summers Weathered and worn Windows thrown open Environments joined Cobble together Diverse domains Paint chipped rockers Sagging seats Gallop in place Motion without meaning Rivulets of condensation … Continue reading

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