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THE FARTHERMOST VIEW

Selected Podpieces

A SPRINGSTEEN LIFE

 

 

Once upon a time, when I was a Young Person, I had the opportunity to see Bruce Springsteen on one of his first tours. Through one connection or another it transpired that if I showed up at the perfume counter of Meier and Frank in downtown Portland at a certain time, a friend of a friend would meet me there and sell me tickets to a Springsteen concert that he was unable to go to. Read More 

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THE WINDSHIELD PHENOMENON

Driving is not the pleasure it used to be. Once you could pour down long stretches of highway at ninety miles an hour, with the occasional semi roaring past at maybe a hundred and ten. Then on the next hill the truck would be huffing and puffing in the far right lane, and you'd soar ahead, rounding some curve or peeling out on a straightaway past houses farms and fields. Read More 

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ANOTHER MILESTONE BIRTHDAY

This year I had one of those milestone birthdays that seem to crop up with more and more frequency as you get older, and to celebrate, My Companion took me and a few friends out for a sunset cruise on Pleasant Bay. Well, he hired a Captain Bob, who had a boat to take us out on. If we owned our own boat, we'd go out on Pleasant Bay more than once a year, and then a birthday cruise wouldn't be such a treat, would it? Read More 

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Poetry Sunday, WCAI

 

 

ABOVE WRIGHT'S FIELD, IN WINTER

 

Two red-tails fly together in the broken light
that strikes the white oaks gold this wind-scoured winter day.
It is the dive toward earth that drives their joyous flight.

 

As afternoon sinks swiftly toward the ragged night
and sharper, meaner winds begin to mock the way
the red-tails fly together in the broken light,

 

a raven rasps above the pallid field where Wright's
three cows trudge single-minded toward a yellow spill of hay.
It is the dive toward earth that drives their joyous flight.

 

They cruise in synchrony, then crack their wings back tight
and plummet toward the indifferent cows; but always
kite at last, to fly together in the broken light.

 

Above the western hogback, lofting clouds ignite
with shards of sun that drape the fading hills in gray.
It is the dive toward earth that drives joy into flight.

 

To plunge, then suddenly erupt, must be the height
of rapture when passion is the prey.
Two red-tails fly together in the broken light.
It is the dive toward earth that drives their joyous flight.

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WATCHING WILDLIFE

One day in mid-May, five baby Eastern gray squirrels erupted from a hole in the big white oak in my back yard and took on the not-so-difficult task of entertaining us. All day they scampered, clung, jumped, clambered, scritched, climbed, clawed, bumped, clumped, huddled, and pestered – but they never left the big oak. Read More 

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