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Care
I will try to be brief, as my time is in short supply these days. I had not intended to post, and considered letting this blog lapse, but a couple of things have been sticking me, like an itch that isn’t easily reached. If you have been thrust into the…
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Seriously….
Dear Smart Oven, You’re starting to creep me out. Since your arrival in July, you have updated your software several times even though I have intentionally skipped the part of the set-up which would have allowed you access to my internet. It’s clear you’ve somehow gained access to it anyway,…
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Floor, Please….
I lived in a building with one of these. It was old and dusty, its exterior unassuming, the interior suggestive of grander days, with its marble floors and winding staircase, high ceilings, and apartments with parquet floors. It was on a side street across from the Budapest Opera House, and…
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Provenance
His car belonged to a Nazi.Not a would be,Or wannabe,Or could have been,Or clone,But a Nazi high in rank,A name you’d know,And I forgotThe minute he smiled and said it. He keeps it under wraps in his garageTo shield it from harsh winters,Hungry salt;But brings it out when sunlight burnsEach…
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Peppers
I can’t see bell peppers without thinking of my mother. A tiny woman, fragile, loose-limbed, and notoriously accident-prone, she could find the single crack in a sidewalk over which a thousand people had stepped without falling, and lose her footing. Despite her delicate constitution, she had a sharp mind, wicked…
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Blossom Whine
What grand intelligence is thisthat sends its tiny armies to invadeuntil every head is rent? What shameful mockerybids us to hold our faces highwithout support? We, who would preen on every breeze?But left unblessed, we droopand sigh instead. There must have been some reasonto craft blooms which must bestaked or…
