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THE FARTHERMOST VIEW

Selected Podpieces

ONE WILD LIFE

There was a time when I could go to any garden center – yea, even unto a big box store – and wander through the aisles as if through a wonderland of vegetative possibility. The stunning colors, the surprising shapes of blossoms and leaves, everything was subject to my phytophilia. If it was in a pot and would grow in the ground, I brought it home and planted it.  Read More 
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JULY DAY

I went over to Sea Call Farm this morning to check on my tomatoes and squash, which I had not seen for a week or so. After parting the waves of purslane and pigweed, I saw that most of my planted things had so far survived. One pumpkin had only one sad-looking leaf, but just about everyone else – the tomatoes, the beans, the chard, the leeks, the gladioli, and the white pumpkins – was churning out leaves and blossoms like nobody’s business.  Read More 
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VERISIMILITUDE

My Teddy Bear
One of the problems writers run into on occasion is how to get a character from Point A to Point B. Say you have just completed an exciting scene where Vladimir and Estragon are having a conversation under a tree; now you want to get them into the front row at a beauty pageant, so they can make some comments on the contestants. How do you do it?  Read More 
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IAMBIC TETRAMETER

THE RAIN is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

Why do certain poems like Rain, by Bob Stevenson, stick in our brains and suddenly pop up when...well, when it’s raining cats and dogs?? I think it’s the rhythm.  Read More 
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A WOODCOCK VISITOR

Yesterday I was standing there ironing when I glanced out the window and saw a mourning dove on the dirt path behind the oakleaf hydrangeas. It was awfully fat. And it was weaving back and forth, as if it had a stomach ache, or was saying to itself Oh dear oh dear, whatever shall I do?  Read More 
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