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YOUR STORY: WHERE TO START

June 1, 2024 by

Your story is like every story: waiting to be told. You: But, Blogger Dave I sound dumb when I write it down. Me: What’s dumb sound like. You: It makes me sound like a blogger. Me:

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LOST HIGHWAY? GET A MAP, BOOMER

September 19, 2023 by

The Lost Highway by Hank Williams is every road ever traveled. Some longer, some shorter, but it’s the same road. You can say you’re not lost. Go ahead. But we’re all old enough to know better.

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LOVING LIFE MEANS LOVE IT ALL

March 27, 2023 by

Loving life is expected, required. But how do you know if you love life enough? You write a love poem to a loved one that includes everyone on earth. How hard can that be? Your trusted poet blogger here on boomerpdx says, “Do it.”

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EMOTIONAL RESCUE? BUDDY, IT’S JUST A GUITAR

March 16, 2021 by

An emotional rescue always happens at the same time. Guaranteed. First, we go through some things, then some more things. Just to keep it interesting, we go through even more things. Sometimes good, sometimes not so good, sometimes in between. I’m focusing on ‘sometimes in between.’ Why? As a constantly adjusting guy in a constantly […]

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Life Long Learners Get Life Lesson Whether They Learn Or Not

July 25, 2018 by

Life Lessons start early for writers, then they spend years figuring it out enough to make a joke, a poem, a short story, novella, novel. Maybe more, like a groundbreaking memoir. If it’s worth learning, it’s worth writing about to drill it in. Like most children of my generation, baby boomers, I had it made […]

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DESERT RAIN

January 6, 2016 by

A poem in desert rain. Desert Rain From ice to sand the flight landed in coulds so thick the rain sounded like dirt shoveled against a window with a big shovel. All of my sun clothes stay packed until the missing weatherman crawls out of his hole and changes desert rains  to dry desert plains

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