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Ron
The loneliness of the Car is on-going, not like reading a newspaper where things seem to end. I sit inside the Car behind the wheel. Its life can be felt here in this seat. But... More »
Ron
"Seriously," I thought, "I can work My way back to the center." It's a conversation I'd already had But I felt sure it needed a beginning. With one hand on the wheel and the Other... More »
Ron
Pattern Recognition Discreet music rising from a toaster. A large blue rubber band on a cold deck, unemployed. The bending of folding chairs in the morning light. The wet glass table drying in a crowd... More »
Ron
My education lies there on the table, a cooked ham. I will eat it slowly. Maybe over the course of several days. Then it will be gone. "Now what?", I say to me. The landscape I will... More »
Ron
As a child, I would say, Red Rover. Two lines of linked hands facing each other. Someone from one line would race across the open land and try to break through the other line between... More »
Ron
I guess everybody will turn Out like this eventually. If not here, then across The street in that grocery, or Out there on Jupiter, In that iris so green. I see three of them there... More »
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