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We are the kid from that story tossing stranded starfish back into the ocean making a difference, one at a time.   We are that kid as an adult ignoring endless miles of beached whales and sea turtles trapped in … Continue reading

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how many feet have walked along this trail for years and years and years before hiking shoes and boots how many mules have stepped on these stones carying the weight of history how many tears have fallen remains a mystery but … Continue reading

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Heart Of An Octopus

Its body was still pulsating the ink still traveling just beneath the slimy surface with tenticles still dripping and salt water dropping into the sand below through cracks in the weathered picnic table unable to say no I held out … Continue reading

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May 22, 2006

Ten years have flown by since the American Dream died when he breathed his last breath on that goddamned hospital bed and all I could do was scream and shout from my lungs top the illusion was over the bubble … Continue reading

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Cheap Box Wine And Mount Caramulo Moonshine

fire up the grill timid, still-green cord wood from fallen late-winter pine aided by its own cones, dry from months of sun baking wander behind the shed find kindling, scrap barn boards from years gone by, dry enough to burn … Continue reading

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April 21, 2006: The day Poppy fell off a roof for the last time

written April 21, 2013 seven years ago today I was living in Portland, Maine, on my way home from work when I got the news that, for the second time in four years, my grandfather had fallen off a roof. … Continue reading

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