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August 31, 2026
Life

Trombones and Stinky Socks

Once a window widesheers fluttered in the breezelilted in flight by percussive lightnessflowing streamlike cross hardwood floorslike the footsteps of a wood nymph stealing awayawed by the majesty of Winstonplaying sunlit strings, deep tones rumbling pleasureat the crystal peals of Pachelbel. ml’01 (From the unpublished collection of short stories ‘K444-Growing

Poetry

I Heard Coyotes Sing

I heard coyotes sing the day you diedlong and mournful like my thoughtsof your friendship and your laughterof shared journeys in a tiny townand journeys in different times and placeswhere soldiers go that sound the sameexcept the names have changedwith stories growing longer by the telling,Awards and medals, ups and

Thoughts

I am curious

This will probably be a long post, if you are a TLDR; type person you can skip over to one of the Recipes (I highly recommend the Baked Curried Chicken). This is a post about my thoughts as I get closer to the end of decade 6 than the beginning.

Poetry

An Ocean of Silence

What if the ocean ran silent,no lapping waves slappingagainst encrusted logs,no humpback songechoing deep downbeyond the sunightin a place we have only seenon National Geographic? What if the skies were emptyno wheeling gullsscreaming at their neighbours,no cheeky crowstormenting my dogas she tries to pee in silencebefore her morning cookiesand snuggles?