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flax-golden tales: ghosts in the park

ghosts in the park There are ghosts in the park but no one else seems to be able to see them. When I told my mom she said “of course there are, dear” but she wasn’t looking right at the ghost lady even though I pointed. I tested her, too. I said “isn’t her hat […]

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on time and the not having of it

This post has been a long time coming and I suppose that’s fitting, since it’s mostly about not having time to write. Apparently that includes proper blog posts. Though this is not a proper blog post, this is a long rambling thing about what my life has been like lately. I am not saying this […]

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flax-golden tales: springtime wisdom imparted by flirtatious rabbits

springtime wisdom imparted by flirtatious rabbits On sunny days in the spring I like to sit out in the field, usually with a book and a green tea lemonade. Sometimes the rabbits come very close like they want to see what I’m reading but this was the first time one of them actually struck up […]

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birthday bucket.

Today Bucket is nine years old. Last year on Bucket’s birthday it was snowing. Today it is almost summer-warm outside. I hope she doesn’t find that confusing. She spent most of her birthday asleep on the bed, and was not really into birthday photos.     She was more interested in birthday tummy rubs, which […]

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flax-golden tales: monitoring system

monitoring system We were on the waiting list for almost six months before we got our new apartment. The realtor kept talking about the list as a positive, like the building is superior because it has a list. It could be that it’s small or that people ask to live here for the sake of […]

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almost springtime

I was in NYC last week for a few busy days and nights of half business/half vacation, with some overlapping of both in between. Sometimes it is difficult to tell the difference, especially when there is delicious food involved. Here is delightfully out-of-focus photographic evidence, with me all grey & pink and springy, even though […]

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flax-golden tales: ever-changing endearments

ever-changing endearments I shall write you a thousand love letters in a multitude of colors. Scrawl them in chalk on the pavement outside your house. (Though some will be neatly written and artistically composed, easier to decipher than the almost-illegible passionate scrawls.) They will be washed away by rain or snow or street sweepers. Scuffed […]

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gallery show

I am in NYC this week, so in lieu of proper posting while I am running around, I thought I’d prepare a mini virtual gallery show, as there isn’t much of my artwork around online anymore. This is a selection of pieces from the last few years, I hope you enjoy it. (I recommend looking […]

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flax-golden tales: of impractical footwear and inevitabilities

of impractical footwear and inevitabilities  He started walking on a Tuesday. It wasn’t snowing when he left but the flakes began to fall within hours of his departure, as he knew they would. His shiny leather shoes were not well-suited for the weather, but that did not deter him. He kept a steady pace as […]

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