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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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Rain, Rain, Rain, Ra . . . . 21 Mar ’18

It’s the rainy season in Portugal, which may have something to do with why we haven’t posted anything this year.  They fooled us when we first came to the country last year because the season was unusually mild.  Of course,

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You can’t go home again

I live in Portugal.  An ocean away from my native country, customs and language.  After a year, I was weary of not knowing anything – or that’s how I felt.  I had acute sensations of separation, isolation and loneliness.  I

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Dia de Peru (Turkey Day): 10 Dec ’17

The holiday season hath descended upon us.  It’s time for my favorite Christmas decoration of all time – the hanging Santas.  Everywhere we turn effigies of Santa have been hung from balconies by the neck, hands tied behind backs, in

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Oporto Me Oh My Oh: 10 Outobro ’17

There were hordes of people in Oporto.  I mean hordes.  Germans and Brits and French and Spanish and at least one Estonian, we know because she told us so in very good English; and I’m sure there were other nationalities

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View from another’s shoes

Blowhard I was young Lively curious Loving the outdoors Because it nurtured me I was young Fragile brittle Hating classes and books Because they humiliated me As more was expected My Self became squashed Tumbling ever deeper Into “idiot” label

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