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A Tendency to Madness

There is a touch of madness in my blood; but not a malady of harmful need, more like grasping out for things that last despite all proof that just illusion stays. My German, Swiss and Irish stock is sound – … Continue reading

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The Black Druids

At seven ten this morning as the night gave way to dawn a band of three of black druids* gathered out on my front lawn I heard them last night singing in the dead calm, loud and clear; but did … Continue reading

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The Other Shoe Drops

My mother, who turns seventy next year, four days from now is driving from LA, alone across almost two thousand miles (she plans between ten and twelve miles a day) to visit us in New Orleans — she says, for … Continue reading

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Homestead Elegy: a quintilla

A quarter mile back down the lane paved with loose stone and bits of brick, past three tall trees that still remain after ten years almost the same, though at their bases weeds grow thick, a wood frame house, its … Continue reading

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Easter by Telephone: a cyhydedd naw ban

In California after eating they called up to offer a greeting, their plates filled with beans and broccoli ours with roast beef and mashed potatoes. We passed the telephone back and forth, discussing children and work; of course, we spoke … Continue reading

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To Progress: a bucolic

To those who wish the past returned and simple life brought back in fashion, a relationship with the land renewed and the blight of urban living shunned, a hundred years of progress dissolved in the bliss of primitive survival, Who … Continue reading

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Half Way Home

My last post about the hurricanes reminded me of a song that I wrote back when I was in what I might call my Kris Kristofferson phase. I was outlaw country, I guess, and had a lot of friends who … Continue reading

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