Hop On Pop and its nonsensical Seuss-ian verse and rhyme was the first time I ever read a book on my own, and in our home, reading books was a cherished time, the quiet often descending after dinner, but for the turning of the page
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Chips in a bowl with jagged edges and small broken parts - fingers messy and lips, apart, we attack these snacks with full abandon and a jar of Salsa
You never knew how I was watching you layer the pasta, then the sauce, then ricotta, sausage, beef, plus all the other odds and ends you wove into the dish, making it ever more delicious to eat, and I still remember, when I'd close my eyes to take a bite, it was like finding a poem, buried beneath
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Why'd I ever said yes, is anyone's guess, but there I was, sax in hand, a teenager on stage, more than a little afraid, joining a Portuguese wedding band
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the bend's where we spent our summer days, the soft elbow in the little river and wooded pines providing us a place for us to play, the holler of our families calling us to dinner just beyond an ear-shot away
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Rain drenched; We've spent time today watching the sky fall while wondering on the sun
a fibonacci poem for #openwrite
Fly, pigs, fly find the sky don't worry why the ground is passing you by - for you are a wondrous contraption build with levity to imagine soaring up high: so fly, pigs, fly
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You occupied an odd slot for an educational institution like ours
Smart, a maverick, a ponderer of horizontal moves, a questioner of nearly everything,
but you were one who never fit, residing as you did in turmoil, and I wonder if you found your place
and if I did enough to help you on your way to wherever your way has taken you
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-Listen - Friends who arrive when needed Songs to dream the day by Comfortable shoes to wander off in A path to follow into the solitude of forest Two dogs — one young and one old — to play with A best friend who's also my wife with whom to laugh with Poems that arrive to write about after many inspired wanderings Colleagues who support and push our collaborative teaching practice Three no longer young sons whose lives are unfolding in interesting ways Our house, with nooks and crannies filled to overflowing with shared stories Paying attention to the world as close as I can to hear the places where magic sings -Music -
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