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Dualism

Having a Buddhist practice can be a challenge for people who have been raised in the dualistic philosophies of Western culture. If I had one wish… Dualism The Buddha in the bucketof my brain knowsthe Four Noble Truthsand the Eightfold … Continue reading

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First Light in Broad Street

Aside from writing my own books, I love to conceive, design and print other books. I’ve done this for love and for money over the years, but this is where and how I first got the bug. First Light in … Continue reading

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Ice Storm

No set of poems about living in the North Country would be complete without an account of the Ice Storm of ’98. Or you can just say “the ice storm” and everyone will know what you mean. As a shared … Continue reading

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Colony 7-4879

The ringtone on my iPhone is an old-school Bell telephone ring. Sometimes I’d prefer it had a rotary dial and plugged into the wall, too. But I’m reconciled mostly to being in the 21st Century. Still, every now and then, … Continue reading

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Freezing Rain Satori

You know how it is when you are going along a road you drive every day and you top a rise just as late golden light floods the long valley ahead. Sometimes a glamor is cast over the ordinary world, … Continue reading

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In Deer Country

Deer were not a common sight when I was a kid, but over the decades, second growth forest has filled in a lot of former farm land and their population has burgeoned. Derided by some as “goats by Gucci,” I … Continue reading

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Epiphany Snow

I profess to not be a fan of winter, dreading its coming all fall. But I forget its allure, its beguiling purity and clarity until one morning it suddenly transforms everything. Epiphany Snow The first real snow falls on Epiphany, … Continue reading

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In Praise of Sick Days

This poem is adapted from a blog post written when I was still gainfully employed, but the scene is still correct in that I am sick today and feel incompetent to engage in anything more strenuous than procrastination. I came to love … Continue reading

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An English Major Laments the Space-time Continuum

After 911, I remember a child psychologist stressing how important it was, when children were watching the Twin Towers fall over and over again in the media, to explain to them that it only happened once and was not still … Continue reading

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March 19, 203

We had worked hard to forestall this one, but war fever is hard to resist. A few days after it began, Terry and I wound up in Orlando. She was attending a nursing conference and I was huddled alone in … Continue reading

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