Posts made in December, 2017

My Wobbly Bicycle, 146

Posted by on Dec 27, 2017 in Archive | 7 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 146

What would be a good poem to start off the new year? Lord knows, fireworks would be appropriate. Oh no, I am so sick of fireworks. How about something peaceful? How about a barn and a barnyard?       Landscape This painting of a barn and barnyard near sundown May be enough to suggest we don’t have to turn From the visible world to the invisible In order to grasp the truth of things. We don’t always have to distrust appearances. Not if we’re patient. Not if we’re willing To wait for the sun to reach the angle When whatever it touches, however retiring, Feels invited to...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 145

Posted by on Dec 20, 2017 in Archive | 5 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 145

A Christmas Letter: Plates of cookies and baskets of scones have appeared on the bench outside our door. Our ceramic bowl is full of Christmas cards, some with letters enclosed. I come to this season, shoulders heavy with my personal backpack of social inadequacy. We haven’t sent cards in what, three? four? years. It has been so long since I baked cookies that I talk about “my” cookies as an historical event.   Thank you for the cards and the cookies and the scones and the rum cakes. You are providing sustenance for a lost soul who stumbles through December, always uncertain how I...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 144

Posted by on Dec 13, 2017 in Archive | 4 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 144

Will I be allowed to mail a knife for Christmas? A really good chef’s knife, with ergonomically designed Fibrox handle that provides a sure grip even when wet, that has a lifetime warranty? The whole thing is embedded in clamshell plastic, which I hope is good enough to pass muster with the postal service. More and more, I’m beginning to be uneasy about who’s going to look in on my innocent life, who suspects me of everything, asks me questions, even at the post office. Will I tell the truth about what’s wrapped in the package?  I am guilty of so many things, some so small they...

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