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The Light You Do Not See
At 4:30 a.m. the waterfront view is fully saturated one day and colorless mist the next. The best hints I gather from my starting vantage point a few blocks away lie in the light: usually a patch of shimmering silvery-slate … Continue reading
Posted in Love and Loss
Tagged commencement, family, Forrest Gump's box of chocolates, grief, John Hiatt, Pittsburgh, widowhood
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A Beat With No Melody
“…love’s not the song, but after— like the mute, remembered chorus of the rain that stains the walk long after falling, or the lifeless stalk still hoisting its head of grain.” Winter haltingly segues into spring, the … Continue reading
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Tagged "Hurricane", "Not the Song, "The World Was Wide Enough", "To a Skylark", "Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)", Alexander Hamilton, but After", chorus, Christiansted hurricane, cross-over spaces, grief, Lin-Manuel Miranda, melody, memory, Nicholson Friedman, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ron Chernow, spring solstice, vernal equinox, widowhood
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My Own Private Penguin
2016’s nine favorite stateside phone camera shots include nine geese-a-flying, six ports, four seasons (heavy on autumn), three states, two sunsets and sunrises, and one heart-shaped bivalve immobilized by the weight of burnished sand. At the center of my array … Continue reading
Misty Memories
“Memory — fragile, hazy-bright, miraculous, was to them the spark of life itself, and nearly every sentence of theirs began with some appeal to it . . . .” — Donna Tartt, The Little Friend One of my sons joined … Continue reading