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Miracle Fair


Commonplace miracle: that so many commonplace miracles happen. An ordinary miracle: in the dead of night the barking of invisible dogs. One miracle out of many: a small, airy cloud yet it can block a large and heavy moon. Several … Continue reading

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The Silence of Plants


The Silence of Plants A one-sided relationship is developing quite well between you and me. I know what a leaf, petal, kernel, cone, and stem are, and I know what happens to you in April and December. Though my curiosity … Continue reading

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Miracle Fair


Commonplace miracle:  that so many commonplace miracles happen.  An ordinary miracle:  in the dead of night  the barking of invisible dogs.  One miracle out of many:  a small, airy cloud  yet it can block a large and heavy moon.  Several … Continue reading

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portrait of a woman


She must be a variety.  Change so that nothing will change. It’s easy, impossible, tough going, worth a shot. Her eyes are, as required, deep, blue, gray,  dark merry, full of pointless tears. She sleeps with him as if she’s … Continue reading

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The Three Oddest Words


When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold.   By Wislawa Szymborska … Continue reading

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Utopia


One of my favourite poems by Wislawa Szymborksa… UTOPIA Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows … Continue reading

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Nothing Twice


Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.  Even if there is no one dumber, if you’re the planet’s biggest dunce, you can’t repeat the … Continue reading

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