August 2011

Family currency

August 6, 2011

My first memory of money, actual money, is when I am six years old and am standing at the counter of the local candy store, spending all of my pocket money on candies. My partner in crime is my next-door neighbor, Pete, who is the same age as me. We had made a secret pact […]

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Windy Day

August 4, 2011

Another windy day Whips up the dead leaves of my old life They swirl and flutter As if some trick of time Makes me believe Just for a second They are alive again But you see me You know things are not the same And you brush away the dust The wind throws in your […]

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