Ebb Tide
a poem and some thoughts for this time
This past week has been surreal, watching the unmitigated flare of war and death far away, while experiencing the joy of caring for two young pups here at home.
I know enough of history to watch with dread, mesmerized by seeing the West make the mistakes of 1938 in a situation that, from Russia, must in some ways more closely resemble the tensions of 191…
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