This is shear poetry
transparent
like the way I express myself these days
and try to hear you too.
Transparency means invisible.
This is good on one level, perhaps not on another.
Skipping. Grades, stones…. stones
Resisting nothing, resisting imaginations of a bad future time.
Resist Sister: it’s old art.
What’s new?
An election won. Toward wrong, but not done.
Today. My today president reminds me of a man I respect and love. Beagle1.
My dad grew up in Washington and behaves much like him: The In Office Joe
He helps old people, and poor people to see. He administers things from his bed in a PA VA Center .
He asked my brother to have me send him a basket.
Basket case maybe? Nah, just cookies. I’ll probably send cupcakes.
The other day, wrong happened. Election to right.
And I love to skip stones.
Time to take the kids again
Maybe in a few minutes, with the dog? To the beach.
Skipping, skipping, stones… how many jumps today?
Got dark. Finishing the plugin update. Kids loud on video games.
Not the same2. No skipping tonight.
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I’m writing more often to you all.
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