Tag Archives: fall

Spring

The script was written long ago with an apple bitten so we’d never know that the truth was in us all along but they stole our solstice and silenced our song and said the devil made us dance and if … Continue reading

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Autumn

autumn was ours the rest they can take like summertime at the lake and winter, warm near the fireplace and spring… but before all the leaves fell and it all went to hell we had autumn but its fading now … Continue reading

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Smashing Pumpkins: Drunken Keene State College students riot during Pumpkin Festival.

Sure, it was mostly white folks, but we all know the black guy must have started it…or it’s because the white kids are listening to hip hop, that must be it. Or maybe they’re just over privileged, drunken idiots. I … Continue reading

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Rainy Day

By the time that I finally climbed out of my polluted mind it was October. and I crawled out of my cave pulled one foot back out of the grave and pulled on a pair of pants found a shirt … Continue reading

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A Saturday in October in Deerfield

October 2001 The old dirt road with the big stone wall field full of cows in the early fall.   The foliage is beautiful and Yankee Candle’s packed the leaf peepers crowd the town as the quarterback gets sacked.

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After Harvest

With the leaves fading from lush green into autumn art before they die and get raked and rot and return to the earth I cry for springtime for winter and for last fall when in that cool, crisp air I … Continue reading

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