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Thursday, July 14, 2022

Later That Morning

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The only movement crossing the horizon is a bird that's not a crane and a crane that's not a bird. "Little Sky" by Molly J...
Friday, June 17, 2022

A Wordle for Edward

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 For Edward Duke (1953-1994), who knew something about my obsessions. love, hosaa for love alone
Monday, June 13, 2022

Stories My Words Tell, Part 2

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Left brain, solve the puzzle. Right brain, create! Poem and story prompts from Wordling, continued. The goal is simply to stretch the brain ...
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Friday, June 3, 2022

Stories My Words Tell; or, “Laugh” is a Five-Letter Word

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A lot of my friends started Worldling before the New York Times bought the word-game software to, presumably, entice players to become subs...
Saturday, April 16, 2022

The Timelessness of 80 Days

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It’s about time.  For the amount of TV watching that’s in my daily diet, I omit most of the popular stuff and latch on to only a show or two...
Friday, December 31, 2021

Reading 2021: A Lotta Books and a Little Sky

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 Unlike other end-of-year book lists, this isn’t a list of favorites published during the previous year. This is just me going through what’...
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Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Saving Anybodys, or: Forget Americans in Paris

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 Another Clarence the “Wonderful Life” Angel Adventure FADE IN. EXT. Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. Neither day nor night, yet bot...
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hosaa
HOSAA = (rhymes with mimosa) his/her own self, and all. Or, in Pashto, "comfortable, resting."
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