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A Tree in Winter

When in the winter, I shall stand a bare tree tall on frozen land there may be some who choose to rake among the leaves left in my wake and into separate piles by hue divide these skeletons. But who … Continue reading

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And the children who think that summer ends

…and the children who think that summer ends and somehow, school and learning resume again, who do not yet realize the lessons. …and the parents who think their fall begun and somehow, school and learning do not apply to those … Continue reading

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Coming of Age … an ongoing diatribe … LOL

In the most recent issue of American Poet, the journal of the American Academy of Poets, there is an advertisement for a book, Coming of Age as a Poet: Milton, Keats, Eliot, Plath, written by Helen Vendler, who seems to … Continue reading

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Nothing of the Fall

Spring doesn’t know summer; it’s just risen from the dead. After all that time in winter, it would rather play instead. Spring doesn’t know summer, but it gets there anyway: every stormy April morning leads to afternoon in May. But … Continue reading

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Half a Score

This decade slipped by faster than the ones before; the moments made of smaller, finer stuff. The days turn into months, each year turns into four, and often there just doesn’t seem to be enough time to keep in focus … Continue reading

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On Education

If you were to ask me, say, how to make it in the Music business, what you needed to know and where you needed to be seen, heard or known, I could probably give you a pretty intelligent answer. Likewise, … Continue reading

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In Boston

In Boston, where I cut my teeth on the raw meat of delusion, and watched myself in disbelief live penniless out on the street, my college days found conclusion. There on the green line, Brookline bound, I took a job … Continue reading

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