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The other day, an old man boarded the bus. After paying his fare, he quietly thanked the bus driver for the ticket and sat down in the nearest seat. He shifted to find comfort, then crossed his hands on his cane for support. He didn’t look around, he didn’t say a word. He looked straight ahead, appearing content to stay alone inContinue reading “Old Men”

In that poem I was talking about–the one about people being like trees–the poet uses another striking image. He says wicked people are not like trees. Wicked people are like chaff. For those of you who live in Indiana, you know what the poet is talking about. Chaff is the husk from grains or corn. It is the shell you peelContinue reading “Weather (3)”

I just realized the last line of the previous post could have been read in two ways: 1. You could think that I will continue my thoughts tomorrow; 2. You could think the rain causes people, specifically me, to procrastinate. Either way you read it, you’re correct. But let’s move onto my third thought about theContinue reading “Weather (2)”

In case you didn’t know, it rains in Portland. Often. Menudo. Vaak. Souvent. Spesso. (Depending on if you speak Spanish, Dutch, French, or Italian) When it rains this much, I start to think: 1. There are a lot of depressed people. We Portland folk simply are not receiving enough Vitamin D. When the sun doesn’t come out for weeksContinue reading “Weather (1)”