Category: Random
Me talkin to myself
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I really wanted to see the Johnson Street Bridge spanning Victoria Harbor raised. A massive steel thing going up in the air, smooth as thought. It’s saying “come on in” to the big boats, the tall-masted sailboats, the working tugs, the industrial, the commercial, the research vessels, sliding past at the harbor’s narrowest point. I’m…
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I know these blossoms look lilac-y. That’s my dang phone camera. One of my genius photographer pals could fix it in a minute. Nevertheless. This is how you know spring isn’t kidding around in the Willamette Valley — it’s firmly settled in. Amazing meadows full of camas: think cerulean down here where you can touch…
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You push a button and a poem comes out on a long narrow paper like a grocery store receipt. The poem is by a self published minister. It is not a great poem. But it does rhyme. And it is a fine thing to have dispensed freely right after security.
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 