2/27/05

If There's Mother Nature There's Also a Father Nature

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Then someone reminds me that their ex-husband reported a hawk who swooped down on a pigeon conference in his yard in Maryland and scooped u...
2/19/05

Musings in an Amusing (or Not-so-Amusing) World

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It's Saturday morning in Honolulu, the last Saturday morning I'll be here for nearly a month, so I'm savoring the bird racket (a...
2/14/05

Crossing the Abyss

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It was dusk as she crossed the abyss, an intersection in West Hollywood. Everything was coming down. A homeless man set up in a patch of g...

Happy Valentine's Day

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This is My Heart This is my heart. It is a good heart. Weaves a membrane of mist and fire When we make love in the flower world. My heart is...
2/13/05

We Will Take What We have in our Hearts, wherever we go

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What a wide swing of memories made these last two days. Saturday was marked by stumbling from sleep to write for a few hours in the dark be...
2/12/05

We Must Be in a Water Cycle, or Two Poems

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Stormy Saturday Morning And the bird people sing anyway. Their calls are like splashed water beset by wind. Now if my soul could remember h...
2/5/05

Story Gathering

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Cloudy this morning and not much deep sleep. Too much caffeine too late in the afternoon. Up past midnight writing. So I go out into t...
1/31/05

The Difficult World

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It’s morning in Honolulu in this difficult world. My cardinal neighbor acknowledged it with a song. When I stepped out into the quiet I gav...
1/29/05

What does it mean to be a musician on a Saturday morning in Honolulu?

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It means getting up, calling my sister in Oklahoma who’s turning fifty to sing happy birthday and talking plans, figuring out horn practice ...
1/28/05

A few notes on a Friday night in Honolulu:

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An African Proverb: "The King Fears Only The Poets." News this week: Giant squids beached in Newport, California. A six...