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photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness

photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness



no Jonathan’s here
just avid hungry sea gulls
men feed them daily
so they flock in massive packs
diving and keening loudly

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Written for The Mag, December 8, 2013

Just a Note: December 9, 2013

Hello World!

Well…there isn’t much to say this morning.  The weather, here in my valley has been cold but sun shiny so nothing to complain about!  Looking at the news I’ve seen that the United States and part of Europe are frozen in with terrible snow storms…so I  I’ll just be thankful my cold sunny valley and won’t even complain when the rain starts again.


For – The Mag: Her Boat on the River

autumn-on-the-river-1889 john singer sargent

Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent

Her Boat on the River

Marianna, loved the river.  I used to take her out rowing, even when the cold would have dictated differently.  Yet, the pleasure it gave her…

She was the light of my life, so very vivacious when I met her.  We’d walked all over the country-side that first day, and then came upon the “imbarcadero“.  From that day forward, each Sunday morning we dedicated to a row along the river Seine.

We’d been together for 15 years, when life decided to separate us.  The first symptoms began in Spring.  That gentle cough, that over time, deepened.  She followed, to the letter, all the cures the doctors gave her, but slowly she became weaker, her breath shorter.  In Autumn, we knew that her battle would soon be over, but she insisted on rowing every Sunday.

“I love the river, our boat, please, Marcel…” she’d say with her gentle smile.  How could I refuse to grant this small pleasure?

I’d take a warm blanket along and her big pillow, and propped up thus, well covered, I rowed her along the Seine.

It was during our last outing that she closed her eyes and fell asleep.  Or so I thought.

magpie tales statue stamp 185Written for The Mag whilst listening to the music of Fauré and Debussy.