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Bike
To look at it, you would think it was just another normal boy’s bicycle but I knew better. It was an off-brand that my father bought at an old store in town and I so loved it. Can’t remember the name...
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Jasper Dreams
My father’s dresser stood roughly 5′ high and was made of a dark striped mahogany. The handles were brushed bronze and made an interesting ‘clink’ after drawer was opened. The most interesting thing...
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Smoke
Many a hot summer night will find me on the back deck with my laptop, a cold Guinness and a nice warm cigar. It’s what I choose to do during this season. I dream about it at work, on the train back...
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Boxes
There are ephemeral moments in life that defy description and reason simply by lack of concrete definition. Although they are minute slices of microcosms in time they occasionally scream at me to look...
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Having a melancholy little Wednesday afternoon here. I’m cooking and listening to music but I don’t know . . . No more details. This is a song I used to play with a band I was in years ago and it...
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Darkroom
the echoes of goodbye, cross a yawning chasm of fog and thought find me sitting in this Darkroom, the pictures of my life, languid and swirling above me familiar fingers of blacklight penetrate me,...
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Arrivals!
When I started this blog over 5 years ago, I had no clue as to just how much it would transform my life; the many people I’ve met, to the relationships I’ve formed have amazed, humbled and yes,...
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Trains
I stood at South Station tonight watching the Christmas Train roll along the tracks. They set it up every year and tonight I found myself daydreaming [night dreaming?] a bit, reminiscing about days...
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Eggs
Many years ago after Pamela and I got married, we began the creation of a family. Sometimes it seems like yesterday, sometimes it seems like 100 years ago. Perspective is such a fickle thing. That I...
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Shattered
Last Sunday my wife and I stopped by the cemetery to spend a few quiet moments with my Dad seeing it was Father’s Day. It was a sun-shiny day with puffy white clouds dotting an iridescent indigo sky...
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