Author Archives: elainedanforth

SENTIENT, IMPATIENT

Sentient. . . Impatient. . . Bursting at the seams. . . And shedding this dried out, ancient skin. If this creature shall survive,she shall be so differentthat,though she be to youlike that back of your own hand, you’ll know … Continue reading

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THE TALLY, GIVE OR TAKE A FEW

Take it as it comes. Planwhen and what and where you can. Ask foror offer to lenda hand. And make the best ofthe gnarly stuffthat looks to youlike it MUST bea quite unpleasant jokeor test, as well asthe basicand the … Continue reading

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HOW QUICK POPPED BLOSSOMS CEDE TO LEAVES

This springtime come, Andthe what I thoughtwould be the yearly cropof pink-white plum blossoms popped. . . I smiled to myself,reacting,but, alsoanticipating,expecting the typical expandinginto a vastarrayupon theirvolunteering, supple, bending tree But it seems,that that was it–a smattering,a disperse spray, … Continue reading

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EVENING ROLLS IN

Evening rolls in. . . bay fog–a cloak to comfort. . . peace. . . chance for beliefthat all is well.

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THE RISK OF SPRINGTIME

Risk looms largeis it success or utter failurein the cards? Either way,change will comein this fiercely growing season.

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LIFE LIKE NOBODY’S BIZ

Life ain’t alwaysso great that you could sayit’s going like nobody’s biz, but whatever happens,you may assessthatthat 21st Century phrase applies–“It is what it is.” And you can choose, at times to cry,but make sure, too, to laugh at times, … Continue reading

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THE BETTER PART OF TRUST AND CONTROL

As an excuse for his worry, his drive tonail down every possible detail, to keep himself safe,he liked to quote Lenin:“Trust is good. Control is better.” It was always meant to be amusing,when he pulled out that pithy saying,and she … Continue reading

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WHEN I WALKED, AND SHE SWAM IN THE RAIN

Water under the bridge. . .the scribblings on FacebookI shared with my Friendsbut maybe nowhere else. A reaction to a walk I took one daywhere there were birdsled one Friend to sayshe felt as though she so much sensedthe birds … Continue reading

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IT’S LATE

It’s late. . . Eyes still opensoaking in the too blue light,which to me looks white, of this weirdo fake-oelectro-magneticscreenglowing eeriein the night. All it takesis a finger full of willto press that buttonto get out, and tomore basic naturalhuman … Continue reading

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FEBRUARY’S HEART IN ONE LATE MORNING MOMENT

The sightof some yellow brown growthsstretching up in rounded clumpsto pepperthe long green-needled pine branches. Some little chirpy, shaky noisesthat my being detectsare actually birds, not just blipsfrom someelectronic gizmowarning this or that,perhapsthat the poweris aboutto run out. Ribbons blue … Continue reading

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