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Exchanging Places

Sorry for the long silence.  We’ve been distracted.  Wayne and I have been sorting through emotions and practicalities of “stay” or “go” regarding Portugal.  When we first set out on this adventure, it was open ended.  People asked is we

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Time Ago

Living in Portugal, we’re not as intimately connected with the Hollywood scene as we used to be. We’d heard of the movie Green Book but didn’t really know much about it. Something about a white guy hired as driver for

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Splatty Flat Cat

by Barbara Miller I see it in dogs Enjoying their rest, But far and beyond, the cats do it best.   After stalking and hunting And planning attacks, And, of course, after eating, They’re flat on their backs.   Reposed

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A Charmed Day in Setúbal

A Charmed Day in Setúbal Some days are better than others.  Some are perfect and some are just shit.  Then there’s yesterday.  The washing machine suddenly decided to no longer function, so all the laundry had to be handwashed.  All

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That darn Muse

That muse just keeps niggling me.  I did this art (colored pencils and ink) during the winter as a soulself portrait.  Then Miss Muse spoke some playful words.  When I remain open, she speaks.  Love and Peace.

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My Muse is Back!

Apparently I am at the mercy of a poetry muse.  It seems she didn’t care for last winter either, and she vanished.  Our friends and we were discussing the health of his mother recently.  It made me think of many

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Bite Me 19 Apr, ’18

A couple months ago, I was coming back to the apartment from an errand.  My route takes me through a pass-through tunnel on the first floor of our building, threading my way among the tables of an outdoor café.  At

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