Monthly Archives: November 2013

Our Unisphere

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As the world came together in the wake of the typhoon, a fog of grief for the people and homes lost to the highest winds ever recorded left me limp, without language, and unable to write a frivolous phrase.

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There have always been natural disasters, but veiled by commerce, war, and an exploding population,

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The earth requires great consideration In order to support the vast life upon it.

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In the name of our Unisphere, we must come together to do more.

Dancing Skeleton Test

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This post is a test.  I know the goal, but so far, a lot stands between it and me.  To those who  get automatic emails of Wild Nature, invariably, the first photo is off-center and nothing seems to keep that from happening to the email form.  Yet it’s centered on the draft and published online pages.  So I am trying another design.  Good luck.

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This fall has been as soft as spring,

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Lovely layers of lace.

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Foretelling the nudity of winter.

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Like skeletons getting undressed, to perform their winter dance.

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 If this doesn’t work, I may turn into a skeleton but I won’t be dancing.  I’ll be cursing.  You’ll see, and so will I when this arrives in my email.

Okay, so this time, the last photo was off-center in the email.  Back to the drawing board on wordpress’s formats.

A Day of Tripled Importance

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Not only is it a glorious day of fall

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As well as Day of the Dead celebrating those who left before us.

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It’s the titan in my life’s birthday: Ron Canal.

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Over years of shoes on Ron’s feet,

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In locales all over the world,

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I have photographed them in action, in pose, in passing,

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Always in the back of my mind his burial instructions.

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When the crushing day comes, for Ron is loved fiercely by many, including me, he says he wants an open casket.  But not open at the head: it’s to be open at the feet where he intends to sport a pair of clown shoes.

   I can only hope I don’t live to see this, that I might humbly go before him, hopefully with language as my legacy.  Language and laughs, which is much of what has kept Ron and I bound for all these many years.                                                                                                                                                                                Ron, may your feet and the rest of you be healthy for many years to come, your life be spent feeling loved, and may your birthday be all you imagined.  Even better than your planned last laugh from the other side.