Saltfish and Ackee

DamnAckeeMy book about international breakfasts is underway, and has been for quite a while. Lately, I’ve been giving it a bit more attention, attention it deserves. The photo to the left is evidence of my attention. I recently stumbled across this can of ackee, which I had believed was illegal in the U.S., due to its poisonous properties if the fruit is improperly picked and prepared. But, no, it is not illegal, provided one of ten companies approved by the FDA produces it. My can was produced by one of them; I breathed a sigh of relief.

My intent is to make a Jamaican “National Dish,” saltfish and ackee. Saltfish is dried cod. You buy fish that has been laden with salt and dried. You can use boneless cod or or you can buy it with bones and remove them after re-hydrating the fish. I would rather the former, but the only saltfish I could find is full of bones. So, I’ll soak it in water overnight, remove the bones, and prepare the recipe according to one of several recipes I’ve collected, including one such recipe on this can of Linstead Market Jamaica Ackee.

From what I gather, the real star of the show is the ackee, which as I said can be poisonous. The fruit is native to West Africa but is now considered Jamaica’s national fruit.  My plan is to make the dish next Tuesday morning. My wife and her sister and I will then enjoy it (I hope) and I will take a photo or two (or more) I can use in my book. I will, of course, make notes about the experience here on my blog.

 

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Three Hundred Thirty-Two

This morning, for reasons beyond my ability to comprehend, I am thinking about the decomposed granite we bought to fill the spaces between the flagstones of our patio in Dallas. The flagstones were hard sandstone, the sort of stuff that weathers relatively quickly; I expect they will not last one hundred years. The decomposed granite, though, came from stone that weathers over many thousands of years so that, finally, it is sufficiently brittle to be crushed into gravel and dust.  I wonder what will become of those flagstones and that decomposed granite in the next thousand years? It’s safe to say I won’t be around to know.

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Black Friday

Today is Black Friday, an artificial event conceived to activate an odd emotional concoction in which an admixture of greed and generosity pulse through our collective brains, triggering impulse buying and irrational spending. According to various sources I’ve found, the term is relatively new, having found purchase in the collective consciousness only around 2000, though the tradition of Christmas season buying on the day after Thanksgiving began earlier. Some people claim Black Friday’s roots go back much further, to the days of slavery; then, it is falsely claimed, slaves were sold at auction on the day after Thanksgiving. Snopes.com, which I have come to trust, says there is no truth to it. But the darkness of the concept of Black Friday is firmly implanted in my brain. I equate the day, and the term, with naked greed and conspicuous consumption gone wild. It is a day for which brick and mortar merchants and online retailers selfishly and jointly conspire to unleash and validate raw avarice, purely to feed their own gluttony. Is my bias against this day of unbridled esurience showing?

 

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Three Hundred Thirty-One

Tears are lubricants. They enable emotions to flow freely, expressing emotions the way they were meant to be, tumbling unimpeded from the mind into an unsuspecting world.

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Living Wages: Earned and Due

Arguments against raising the minimum wage, based purely on economic factors, ignore the reality that economies cannot exist in the absence of humanity. And humanity cannot exist in the absence of morality. Even arguing strictly on economic factors, opponents of increasing the minimum wage tend to state as fact issues that are subject to debate and evidentiary challenge.

For example, the argument that increasing the minimum wage leads to significant loss of employment has been shown to be specious. A 2013 study authored by John Schmitt for the Center for Economic and Policy Research (Why Does the Minimum Wage Have No Discernible Effect on Employment?) summarizes a review of research data by saying:

The weight of that evidence points to little or no employment response to modest increases in the minimum wage. The report reviews evidence on eleven possible adjustments to minimum-wage increases that may help to explain why the measured employment effects are so consistently small. The strongest evidence suggests that the most important channels of adjustment are: reductions in labor turnover; improvements in organizational efficiency; reductions in wages of higher earners (“wage compression”); and small price increases. Given the relatively small cost to employers of modest increases in the minimum wage, these adjustment mechanisms appear to be more than sufficient to avoid employment losses, even for employers with a large share of low-wage workers.

Arguments suggesting that industries like fast-food cannot afford to pay higher wages because their margins are so low are subject to dispute. Aside from whether profits are sufficient to sustain higher wages in the fast food industry, though, a 2013 study by the University of Illinois and UC Berkeley Labor Center (The Public Cost of Low-Wage Jobs
in the Fast-Food Industry) reported that taxpayers pay about $243 billion each year in indirect subsidies to the fast food industry because the industry pays wages so low that taxpayers must put up $243 billion to pay for public benefits for the industry’s workers. So, in effect, taxpayers are subsidizing the fast food industry’s unwillingness to pay a living wage to its workers. But back to their profits. McDonald’s profit margin in 2012 was almost twenty percent, whereas the industry average that year was just 2.4 percent, according to Capital IQ. McDonald’s significant profits, opponents to a minimum wage increase point out, do not translate into big profits for the franchise owners. Those folks, the opponents would suggest, are barely scraping by. Frankly, I do not buy that, inasmuch as (as I understand it) getting a McDonald’s franchise is not easy and is very expensive; franchisees are not living lives of abject poverty, as I see it. Even if their profits were extremely low, their parent company’s were not; so, if McDonald’s and its shareholders would simply allows its franchisees to absorb a meager $2.25 billion of the parent’s $5.5 billion in profits, franchisees would have ample money to pay a living wage.

A separate study by the Center for Economic and Policy Research (The Minimum Wage is Too Damn Low) says:

Between the end of World War II and 1968, the minimum wage tracked average productivity growth fairly closely. Since 1968,however, productivity growth has far outpaced the minimum wage. If the minimum wage had continued to move with average productivity after 1968, it would have reached $21.72 per hour in 2012–a rate well above the average production worker wage.

If the rapidly growing wealth of the richest of the rich in this country has to be taken without their consent to achieve some degree of reason and balance, then so be it.

In examining the arguments for and against raising the minimum wage, I find myself–as usual–more apt to accept those in favor than those opposed. However, I think it’s reasonable to assume the vehement arguments on both sides of the issue contain more than a bit of overblown hyperbole. Clearly, though, reins must be placed on the accelerating growth in the enormous wealth of people who already own the vast majority of wealth in this country. I don’t pretend to know exactly what mechanism those reins should take, only that it must be done. The greed that drives the engines of wealth at the expense of the majority of other people is symptomatic of values gone badly astray. At the other end of the spectrum, though, attacking wealth and the people who accumulate it as the embodiment of evil should look at their own behavior and their own circumstances; how do they compare to people whose wealth is a fraction of their own? Are they willing to drastically reduce their own standards of living to allow others less fortunate to achieve parity with them?

As I read back over what I have written, it is evident that dispassionate discussions about the issue of raising the minimum wage will be hard to come by. Even in my attempt to be even-handed in my assessment of the issue in yesterday’s and today’s posts, I quickly see that my biases and my tendency to judge quickly rose to the surface. Cooler heads than mine must prevail in this conversation.

That having been said, I believe these words of Franklin D. Roosevelt, from his statement on the National Industrial Recovery Act, made on June 16, 1933, should always guide our philosophy on the matter of employment:

In my Inaugural I laid down the simple proposition that nobody is going to starve in this country. It seems to me to be equally plain that no business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country. By “business” I mean the whole of commerce as well as the whole of industry; by workers I mean all workers, the white collar class as well as the men in overalls; and by living wages I mean more than a bare subsistence level–I mean the wages of decent living.

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Three Hundred Thirty

The desire to document one’s philosophies of life is not arrogance, in my view, though my perspective may be a creature of personal protective armor. Rather, it is the expression of a hunger to be understood. It reflects a person’s wish to collect his attitudes on life in capsule form so that someone outside his impenetrable mental cage can see the opinions that informed his behaviors and beliefs.

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Pricing Workers Out of Jobs

Many arguments I’ve heard—and made—about raising the minimum wage rely on the presumption that anyone working a full-time job should be rewarded, at a minimum, with sufficient compensation to enable her to feed and house her family. The argument, at its core, is fundamentally one based on morality, on right and wrong.

The science of producing, distributing, and consuming goods does not operate according to moral principles; it operates according to economic principles. It is relatively common to find economists who argue that governmental coercion—through minimum-wage legislation—that forces the worker to raise the wage she charges has the same effect that raising the price of a car or a house has on their sales: demand falls as the price rises. These economists argue that no economic principle is more solid than the one that explains that raising the cost of engaging in some activity results in decreased frequency of people engaging in that activity. Thus, they say, raising the cost of employing low-skilled workers will result in the employment of fewer low-skilled workers.

Despite the arguments by these economists to the contrary, the majority of the American public does not understand that artificially pushing wages up through minimum-wage legislation causes loss of jobs for low-skilled workers or causes them not to be hired. An argument I recently read, posited by an economist, is that the politicians and other proponents of minimum wage legislation also complain about the greed and profiteering by business owners; therefore, he says, it is understandable that the public (who are in general economically uninformed) would support an increase in the minimum wage, assuming that such a hike is fully paid for out of excess profits of greed-mongers. However, the argument goes, most minimum-wage jobs are in competitive industries such as food service and retailing that do not generate enormous profits. Those businesses, he says, earn just enough to satisfy their investors.

The argument that businesses whose profit margins already are razor-thin could simply increase their prices to cover increases in costs of employing low-skilled workers is faced with the counter argument that higher prices will reduce demand, thereby lowering the number of employees necessary to meet that demand.  No matter how you cut it, unskilled workers loses with increases in minimum wages, according to economists and others who support these arguments against increases. While some workers will benefit, the ones who lose their jobs or see their hours cut will suffer. And the effects will trickle—some say surge—through the economy to the everlasting regret of those who succeeded in pushing the increase through in spite of solid economic arguments against it.

In another post, I’ll present arguments in support of raising the minimum wage and will explain which of the arguments makes the most sense to me.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Nine

Late afternoon shadows seem gentler, softer than the hard lines of dark figures against bright reflected light of the harsh morning sun. Late-day filtered light makes dim images, tired old relatives to the brash young impressions made by their morning brethren whose edges were sharp and crisp.

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Longing for the Road

Yesterday, I wrote that I planned to take a risk with this blog and make the strongest arguments I could in opposition to raising the minimum wage. And I will. But not today, even though that’s what I intended to do. I will not be compelled by a misplaced sense of self-imposed obligation to do what I said I would do. Instead, today, I will write what’s on my mind.

I am restless. I want to go exploring; not just up the road to see what’s new in a nearby town, but across state lines. I can imagine myself driving into the deserts of New Mexico and Arizona, where in the right places desolation is an art form. I might find a tidy little motel where I could rent a room for the night. I might learn that the place serves as home to a few old souls satisfied to come together for companionship and to watch the sun set against scrub and sage brush; and I might discover a kinship with these gypsies whose most prized possession is the knowledge that there’s nothing tying them to the place that can’t be untied on a whim, in a moment’s notice.

I’d like to get in the car and go east, wandering the blue highways of Mississippi, crossing southeast through Alabama and into Florida. I envision myself skirting the coast in search of tiny, out-of-the-way restaurants where I could find fresh seafood and enjoy a meal in the open air within a stone’s throw of the water. The proprietors of one of the seafood shacks I stumble on could be a crusty old couple who pried themselves away from dead-end administrative jobs in small-town Nebraska and went in search of a place to retire. But when they came upon this out-of-the-way and hard-to-reach place on the beach in northwest Florida, they used their meager retirement savings to buy it. They, too, could walk away from it if the mood struck them; they could scrape by on Social Security and freedom from obligation.

I value my comfort and the relative safety of bank accounts and a roof over my head, but some days I want a little discomfort and danger and the opportunities afforded by the absence of obligation. There’s nothing in particular that prompted this sense of wanting to get away from everything that ties me to where I am. I suppose part of it is knowing I don’t have the freedom to just get up and go without planning the “escape.”  I’ll get over it. It will just take some time. Maybe a trip—planned out in advance with all the requisite reservations and knowing the destination—will do it; no, that’s probably not it.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Eight

Pretend everything will be fine. Believe it. Behave as if it were true. And maybe it will be true. Whether everything will be fine or not, surely it will…be. That’s the way it is.

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Arguing Against Myself

I’m going to take a risk on my blog. Admittedly, anything I write here is not much of a risk because it won’t reach many people. I’ve done nothing to try to build readership and don’t intend to start now. Minimal readership notwithstanding, I’m going to tackle some issues that will fly in the face of my willfully progressive political and economic perspectives. In so doing, I may offend people who share my perspectives and I may offend others who don’t.

First up: the minimum wage.

I will argue against my long-held position in favor of raising the minimum wage. It has been my position, heretofore, that raising the minimum wage is the right thing to do for humanitarian reasons. Moreover, I have believed that raising the minimum wage will boost the economy.

But I will argue against those positions. I will argue that forcing businesses to raise the amount they pay their least productive or least skilled workers will actually hurt the intended beneficiaries of an increase in the minimum wage. And I will provide rationale and data to support those arguments against my long-held positions. And, then, I will attempt to logically, rationally, and unemotionally decide whether my arguments and my data have won me over. That will be the hardest part.

Tomorrow, I will begin in earnest.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Seven

The weight of the world is not on your shoulders; instead, it is on the shoulders of an abandoned child, seeking food and water sufficient to enable her search for sustenance to go on again tomorrow.

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How to Heal

Unless my assessment of the “state of the union” is badly skewed, it is apparent that the preponderance of Americans yearn for healing the sharp divides that exist in our country today between those on the political right and the political left. That majority is fervent in its wish for filling that divide with the fruits of compromise, yet we see few signs of healing. I think the reason we see so little evidence of healing is this: in spite of our desire to mend political fences, we collectively continue to allow emotions, rather than intellect, to rule our behavior.  When we disagree about ideas, we tend to attack the person espousing the idea, rather than dispassionately discussing our perspective on the idea.

Until we stop name-calling and cease berating those with whom we disagree, we will achieve nothing but a deepening of the divide we so desperately want to eliminate. I readily admit I lean far to the left and, if I had my way, would steer this country in a way that would satisfy my political leanings. But I understand that many do not share my perspectives; my only reasonable expectations of achieving some degree of success in the political realm is to be willing to compromise. Some might argue that the willingness to compromise is tantamount to abandonment of one’s principles. The way I see it, compromise is the only path toward achieving any of my desired outcomes. I can either sacrifice everything by rigidly standing on principle, and thereby achieving stalemate, or I can accomplish some of what I believe is vital by acknowledging that others’ ideas have a place in the world.

Of course, almost everyone seems willing to say they are willing to compromise, yet when presented with the opportunity to do so revise their definition of the term. Too many people equate compromise with caving in. That is most certainly true among the people we have elected to Congress. The only solution, if they will not compromise among themselves, is to replace them with people who understand the meaning of the word. That’s how to heal.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Six

Give yourself permission to fail without repercussions. Be kind to yourself in failure, regardless of whether others are kind to you. Failure is an indication of determination. Multiple failures; obsession.

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The Act of Breathing

I taste the coffee, letting its flavors linger in my mouth longer than usual so I can devote my attention to the taste and the way it feels on my tongue. When I swallow, I contemplate the experience, trying to imagine explaining it to someone who has never done it before, trying to describe, in words, what the act of swallowing is like. As I take in a breath, all my attention is on that one breath; the universe outside that breath of mine does not exist. I open and close my eyes, immersing myself in that mechanical aspect of my eyes, giving no heed to what is in front of me when my eyes are open.

Just as I find myself at a loss for words to adequately explain the taste and feel of coffee and the experience of swallowing and breathing and opening and closing my eyes, I cannot explain the sense of exhilaration I feel simply focusing my attention on those mundane things.

I will devote some of my time in the days ahead to paying close attention to the little things that make up the seconds of a day. The big picture isn’t always clear without focusing on its parts.

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Liam’s Dilemma

Liam felt the blade of the knife rip into his left shoulder. The experience was not what he expected, if in fact he ever expected to be stabbed. There was no pain, just the sensation that his skin, and then the tissues beneath his skin, and finally the muscles underneath, were being pierced and separated from their natural places above the bones in his arm. It was as if the physical destruction of his flesh was happening in slow motion, with pain sensors turned to their lowest levels; the knife attack was an educational video being replayed in freeze-frame. Pain interrupted the stuttering staccato of the frames as they moved forward, but the pain was distant, as if it weren’t his pain but, instead, the pain he imagined would be felt by a character in a movie. But, then, suddenly it become immediate, real, excruciating.

Liam yelped as the knife twisted in his upper arm. He swung his right hand, holding a three-pound bar bell, hard into the left temple of the man with the knife. The man’s skull offered resistance for an instant, but gave way almost immediately to the weight and speed of the metal cudgel as it shattered bone and proceeded into the soft matter beneath. The attacker slumped and fell to the ground, the metal weight having permanently reduced his dangerous rage to warm pulp, remnants of a brain with no enmity left to deliver.

“Good god, what the hell happened?” Liam asked himself as he looked at the corpse on the ground in front of him. Blood sprayed from the wound with every beat of his heart and his shoulder hurt like hell. The attack, albeit brief, confused him; he wasn’t able to fully process the experience right away. As he scrambled to stem the flow of blood, though, his brain allowed his thoughts to catch up to his experience.

“Jesus, the bastard wasn’t kidding.” The body beneath his feet was Roger Cameron, his wife’s lover. Everything Cameron said a few moments earlier became more immediate. The man’s words rang in Liam’s ears: “Either you give her the divorce—uncontested—or your sordid fling with your court clerk will hit the newspapers. And if that’s not enough to convince you, you son of a bitch, know this: I’ll kill you if you get in our way!”

Liam recalled his own response to Cameron: “Be my guest! Tell the goddamn newspapers whatever you want! You’ll have to kill me if you want to get your hands on anything of mine!”

And, then, Cameron’s rage exploded into full fury, a sharp knife appearing in his right hand for a fraction of  a second before Liam felt the blade in his shoulder.

 

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Three Hundred Twenty-Five

Before I began writing this morning, I read a little. Something from Brain Pickings caught my attention. These words of Jane Kenyon, the poet, resonated with me. Though written as advice to poets, they apply to everyone. This quote merits a place over my desk, a prominent place where it will be there to always remind me:

Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular hours.

~Jane Kenyon

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Double-Wake Dream-Dream

Last night’s fitful sleep didn’t come until well after midnight, despite going to bed around ten. And, then, I was awake with a sinus-induced coughing fit around 1:00 a.m. Later, at 3:00, I was awake again for a bit. But I managed to sleep later, and even to dream.

The portion of the dream I remember most vividly was springing awake, sitting upright in a swivel office chair. My arms were folded on a table in front of me. Even in dim light, I recognized that I was sitting at the work table I use in my sculpture class, but the place was almost dark, except for a light at the far end of the studio. I was confused to suddenly find myself waking in a place utterly inconsistent with sleeping. I thought I must have fallen asleep and was locked in by security personnel, who closed the place up after hours.

But as I looked around the dimly-lit studio, I vaguely remembered the dream I was having before I woke; I was working in the studio, alone, when three men entered and began removing the slab-rolling table. Assuming they were taking it to be repaired, I asked how long before they would return the slab-roller. Apparently, they had not seen me, because they seemed startled at my presence and my question. The three of them began talking at once, giving contradictory information. My face flushed as I realized they must be there to steal the table and they might not want to leave a witness. My fear of the situation, I guess, is what caused me to awake suddenly in my dream-within-a-dream.

Another light came on at the end of the studio where a light had been on when I awoke. My instructor entered the studio from the door at the far end. The instant she entered, she seemed to sense my presence; she stared toward me and her neck craned forward as her eyes adjusted to the very dim light where I was sitting.

“Why are you here, John?” Her voice quivered, as if she were afraid of me. I tried to answer, but all I could get out of my mouth were unintelligible sounds. I think it was about then that I awoke from my real sleep and my real dream. But the dream-within-a-dream confused me. I wasn’t sure which of the dreams was my real dream and which was simply a component of the dream I was having.

That disconcerting sense of bewilderment is not the most comfortable way to begin the day, especially after a night of too little sleep and too much wake.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Four

The aroma of mint, freshly collected from a live plant, can change my mood from dark to light. There’s something about the odor of fresh mint that makes me glad to be alive. I wonder if anyone else finds mint so invigorating; I’m sure there’s someone, but who? There should be a registry of such people.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Three

Social media tends to encourage a rush to judgment simply by the immediacy of feedback. Sometimes, I am guilty of failing to give adequate consideration to the ramifications of ideas expressed by others on social media. I see a comment or read a report and, instead of giving sufficient analytical thought about the matter, I react to it. Emotions, rather than reason, spark my response. That’s something I don’t like about social media or, rather, the way I react to it. That warrants attention and I will give it mine.

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Three Hundred Twenty-Two

Poetry is a language of its own, a means of communicating ideas and emotions not well-suited to simple narrative. When we say an expression or a phrase is “poetic,” we are saying the words are framed to evoke images and ideas in a context flooded with emotion. The older I get, the more I find poetry an outlet for the tangle of sentiments that simply couldn’t find an outlet in my younger years; they were bottled up with no place for release. Poetry is a place where emotions can safely go.

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Confusion Reigns

I awoke considerably later than usual this morning, having allowed myself to stay up later than I usually do. Once up, I wrote my daily “ruminations” post, then went back to bed. Less than an hour later, the weather radio alarm jolted me awake to listen to the latest alert: a severe thunderstorm watch has been issued for Garland and surrounding counties until noon.

The radio made it official; “you’re up for the day.” And so I was. I put on my sweats and walked outside the get the paper, only to discover that sweats are utterly inappropriate to the temperature this morning. It must be in the low seventies, but high winds suggest a cold air mass must be interacting with a warm mass; my guess is that the thunderstorm watch and the high winds are just preludes to cooler temperatures and more severe weather.

When I walked up the driveway to get the paper, huge leaves swirled all around me. The branches of some large trees between our house and the nearest neighbor twisted and creaked in the wind, bending so much that I thought they might break. My recent efforts to rid my driveway and decks of leaves were fruitless.

Getting up late confuses me. I’ve missed parts of the day I should have witnessed. I might not have been so terrified by the sound of the weather radio alarm if I hadn’t gone back to bed. Confusion reigns in my mind.

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Three Hundred Twenty-One

I listened to music last night. I sat at my computer, ear buds blocking out the world, and allowed myself to be transported outside myself. Death Cab for Cutie’s I Will Follow You into the Dark was just one of the tunes I allowed to take over my thoughts, crowding out the uglier thoughts from my mind.  It was the one with the sweetest message I’d heard in a thousand years. The story it told me was one of absolute love. That’s not a story you often hear.

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Three Hundred Twenty

The sound of rain on a thin metal roof at four in the morning is unlike any other. I stood on the screened porch for just a few minutes this morning. That wasn’t noise; I’d call it music.

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I Think I Shall Never See…

Emaciated oak trees, tall and sickly in the distance,
struggle to be noticed; the cacophonic crows seeking
shelter from the rain disappear over a ridge, leaving
nothing but the silence of a murder in their wake.

Webs of gaunt branches form the autumn intersection
between earth and sky, belonging to neither realm but defining both.
Stripped naked, then abandoned by tenants, they rustle
and chatter in the chilly breeze, talking only to themselves.

Tall pines silently witness the annual psychoses of their
denuded brethren, unable to offer succor or solace, engaged
as they are in less ostentatious dementia, needling
the ground with sharp spikes and dropping oval alligator bombs.

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