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The past few months have been difficult for our family. We lost one of our pillars, my father-in-law, Jerry Croft, who was as close to a superhero as real-life affords. You can learn more about Jerry, whose joyous fighting spirit will continue to inspire me for as long as I live, here and here. He […]
“Come on Down to Arizona”: Vernon Duke Hits Phoenix
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Canting Incantation
Why am I trudging along beside this ominous figure?
Tramp…….tramp…….tramp
negotiating tilting wet clumps over these empty distant fields
without a definite horizon.
It must be time to quit this incessant marshy march beside this ogre
in his enormous grey greatcoat.
Affentempo.
Clearly he is going nowhere.
Him and his constant chiding and bullying.
Go away.
Time for us to wake up!
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What am I doing on Fore Sand?
On this beach, why are there arrogant beatniks strumming loudly and out of tune?
I don’t think I like the look of that one.
Then in the concrete behind flows electricity or is it Internet.
In reality there are waterpipes and storage tanks and sewers most likely
behind the rusted iron mooring post.
Maybe underneath there is the dreadful drama of Gaza.
Then at the bottom of Bethesda Hill there seems to be a leaning Uncle.
Is he drunk or just a figure out of the Third Man?
Is my Mother back at home? Is she with my Daughter?
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