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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
THE WORLD THROUGH AN ICE CUBE
A day out of focus, with cold so bitter you can taste it on your breath. I suspect a walk in the cemetery woiuld allow youi to hear the...
WHAT THE FIRST COLD AIR TELLS US
A cold front finally came our way and is now sitting overhead. Our breath has a bit of smoke in it, and the yard has a certain look of...
THE DROP AT THE END OF THE FAUCET
Waiting for the Republicans to settle on a new speaker of the House was like suffering from some agonizingly long bout of constipation....
Baptism by Champagne
When we arrived back in our little stone village here in southern France in mid-June, the day was balmy. The sky was this powerful dark...
The Joys of Spring
It's a fine, sunny morning with a lingering chill in the air, the gift of Canada this late day in spring. The towns are all coming awake...
NOT ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE BANKS
There's a funny cartoon circulating here in Vermont of a man standing on his front step sighing with relief now that is was warm. In the...
BACK AT THE VINEYARD
Just back from a week on Martha’s Vineyard to be with family members and friends. The house we stayed in was near enough to the ferry...
THE FUTURE OF AN ILLUSION
So I sat there slumped in my easy chair watching cops in their short-sleeve shirts, utility belts bulging with key rings and handcuffs,...
THE LIFE OF THE ACCUSED
I happened to be passing by a school yard on my way to the post office. The kids were playing, throwing a ball and trying to hit someone...
THE THEATER OF IGNORANCE
All night the weather kept waking me with snow plows grating on the pavement. I tossed and turned, twisted the covers around me and...
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