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The Bluebird of Happiness

Posted on June 26, 2006 by John

You can lay down all the money you like on redwood gazebos, those big platform feeders; put out the best blend of customized seed, and he won’t show a figment of interest. Cut up fresh fruit and array it on … Continue reading →

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If all my days were whiled

Posted on May 12, 2006 by John

If all my days were whiled in hours of leisure, their content by mere whim alone fulfilled, perhaps I would not sense so keen a pleasure as I do when a moment seems to still into a whisper the world’s … Continue reading →

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Downhome and Blue

Posted on April 12, 2006 by John

The mockingbird sitting out in the oak tree Is trying his whole repertoire out on me: from bluebird to chickadee, freight train to snake in the grass. The afternoon’s fading slow into the night casting the back porch in dappled … Continue reading →

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This Morning’s Song

Posted on April 11, 2006 by John

The song I sing this morning is not new. In fact, its birth predates even my own; yet in between the phrases, now and then, it’s me, and not the tune, that you’ll hear groan. Why is this melody upon … Continue reading →

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Human Nature

Posted on July 23, 2005 by John

Why must “human nature” be considered some mad blasphemy, an otherwise repulsive state save for its chance to teach us fate and providence are not without a sense of humor, lest we doubt; and if not heresy gone wild, the … Continue reading →

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Eulogy on a Blank Canvas

Posted on May 11, 2005 by John

I was born; that’s not quite news, nor is the sequence of events that followed closely there behind of much import, or consequence: like Isaac, most of my short life falls into sets of seven years, some uphill climbs, some … Continue reading →

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I want to play live music again

Posted on April 27, 2005 by John

One of the experiences in my life that has been the most exhilirating is playing music before an audience. It doesn’t matter how big the audience is, really. I started out playing live music with my family on holidays. From … Continue reading →

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