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Rain


“Mommy, Mommy” he cried,
As best he could
Around the tubes that snaked down his throat
Pumping air into his lungs.

Why “Mommy”? thought his old man… 269 more words

Poetry & Such

Bollihope Burn in close-up

Bollihope Burn does not disappear dramatically down a single swallow hole in the way that Gaping Gill swallows up Fell Beck on the slopes of Ingleborough.  895 more words

Suburban Travels – Joliet

Our most recent suburban jaunt came at the end of last year in November when we went to visit Joliet. This is another one of those towns that we have driven through, a thousand times, but in which we have never actually stopped, so I thought it was about time that we got out of […]

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Suburban Travels - Joliet

Our most recent suburban jaunt came at the end of last year in November when we went to visit Joliet. This is another one of those towns that we have driven through, a thousand times, but in which we have never actually stopped, so I thought it was about time that we got out of the car and took a look around. 340 more words

Life

To my brother

The City of Rivers

I sat on a curb
and thought.

About you and the Sun
And all of the little ant beings
Building and hurrying… 125 more words