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Iris

    Today the iris on the windowsill bloomed White and violet and the petals Shriveling back toward green daggers as the sun reflects a second dawn from the windows across the street A trip to the Ironbound, Oranges lined up on the counter small to large, each scrawled with text Honey tangerine Small navel …

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Rabbit Ole’

2/9/05 Here is dinner In valentine hues: Precooked Red wine White beans Pink Bunny Carrots Cassoulet And I am listening to Xanadu Electric Light Orchestra Olivia Newton… There is a primrose on the table: Pink edging on magenta Yellow centered And leaves greengreengreen.

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Eyre and Electricity

Eyre and electricity 1/24 Today I could see my breath inside as well as out. The power back on I huddle waiting for warmth. The sink is frozen, the still life is frozen, the air is sharp, my fingers numb starting at the pinky working in. so much for a willed productive morning. I will …

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Ribbonfish

Nothing poetic in me today. I was up until 3:30 painting and then was too wired to go to sleep. Today I slept until noon, well 1. Ate my lunch/breakfast. Took a tour of the mansion (it is closed in the winter due to cost of heating. It is incredible. Al lead paned glass and …

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Satie and Sateen

Satie and sateen Tuesday, Tomorrow is up-early-cleanday. 8 am says the sign next to my door. 8 am for a cleaned room and new linens. If only I had brought more underwear and socks I could avoid laundry entirely for at least another week.

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Albany

Today was beautiful. I was reminded of an Arthur Dove painting of a glowing circular sun when, in the afternoon the sun ringed by a halo of ice in the surrounding clouds appeared between the trunks of the pines. Strangely I miss Newark. I know where things are there. I have ventured south to Albany …

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Snowed

Sometimes I look out the window and I think the world has gone all black and white. No more the constant facade of Nick’s Cafe with its red painted red bricks. No more the tall edifice of the Muslim Cultural Center whose lit windows I always mistake for the moon rising in the east. Snowed …

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