Monthly Archives: July 2013

“The Boxwood and The Bees”

(Copyright Jennifer Pendergast) Set plumb in the middle of my well-manicured knot garden, the dead boxwood has disrupted my sensibilities for months. Today’s the day. I plunge my shovel into the soft dirt and lift the roots. A great hum … Continue reading

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“Inventory” (A Pantoum)

At the piano where my mother played Remembered remnants from a long-past youth. In the scholar’s chair where my father stayed Ruminations on life, beauty and truth. Remembered remnants from a long-past youth. Material goods no longer wanted. Ruminations on … Continue reading

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“Hey, Big Man.” (Terza Rima Sonnet)

“Hey, Big Man,” I yell through the car window. “I got your number, Speed Limit Charlie.” I laugh, throw it in gear and start off slow. He floors it and shoots off ahead of me. I slam that old pedal … Continue reading

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“An Honest-To-Goodness Bicycle”

Christmas, 1943. There’s a war going on. Steel and rubber are rationed; manufacturing plants are working twenty-four-hour days pumping out war materials, and Santa has brought me, a fourteen-year-old Iowa farm boy, an honest-to-goodness bicycle. Upon close inspection, I realize … Continue reading

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“Tears Masquerading As Perspiration”

I needed someone to love me like I loved you. I met her on the beach. We nodded then spoke. We talked then loved. I let myself be sucked in. Again. As time went on I realized the empty spot in … Continue reading

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“Worthless, Wicked Words”

A letter lay lonely in the hall. Worthless wicked words which do not pall as I reread the rancorous rant of the cross caterwauler who can’t forget foolish follies of the past or bury boorish barbs he has cast. I … Continue reading

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“I Will Die Free”

(Photo copyright Randy Mazie) My life’s journey will end here, in a wooden box piled high with rocks to hold it down when the rains come. This year of 1830 has brought great change to my life. I have gone … Continue reading

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