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Coleslaw 

“Why did you pick me to mix with carrot shreds?”

asks the hand cut cabbage.

“The sun warmed me and my roots had water

before you came.”

The red and black radishes cry the same,

“Why were we uprooted, before we bloomed?

Our future seeds yearn to spread and grow.”

The cook ignores the unenlightened.

Instead she whips mayonnaise and vinegar—

adds poppy seeds,

tabasco, sugar and salt.

A ...

There are many old friends in this segment. A few have passed from this earth and others have taken another path. I miss them all. We had good times. However, today, I continue to enjoy this place with Blake.

A few days later, on Thanksgiving morning, bright sunshine bounced off our bedroom mirror and hit me in the face. I ...

Cuckoo Bird on a Wire

Precariously clings to a thread

of hope and longing

waiting for something to happen

that changes the way things are

or will be

Soon.