At 8:30 on a Sunday holiday morning I was bonding with the neighbor About climate change And undesirable urban wildlife Continue reading
It was drizzling as we walked up the hillside to the poet’s grave, American students with no appreciation of Austria’s Continue reading
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Is four o’clock too early To pour the first glass of wine? I have a nice Riesling And crème de Continue reading
What do you do with a broken heart? Put it back together and let time fill in the cracks.
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