Daily Archives: April 25, 2011

Oysters

He’s a bold man that first ate an oyster- Jonathan Swift “Fresh paint, “ he snapped, “is what we need,” the walls an oyster white.   No cultured pearls inside the varnished shell they shared, the ruffled trim a drizzled gray.  … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Prayer

Children, breathe in the sunshine that ripens the blueberries, gooseberries and rhubarb, your favorites.  Please, protect each other and your earth.  Open the door and smell the fresh cut grass.  Brush the lavender with your fingers and taste a licorice … Continue reading

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