Author Archives: jpberninger

Light show

Post midnight Cannot sleep Things buzzing Around my head Around the room Intermittent flashes Not the blinking LED Of charging phones Organic, moving Here now there Across the ceiling Than low on the dresser A signal The room is dark … Continue reading

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Random thoughts suitable for blogging

The last thing I wrote was some serious introspection about the transitions that come as decades pass.  From that writing, it would seem they (transitions) really seem to come in ordinated clusters. In the case of 42-32-22-12-2, the ordination would … Continue reading

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Many Hats were Required to Kill a Plant

  There shouldn’t be much to killing a plant.  Don’t give it water or sunlight – Done. A misstep in the yard – squashed squash.  So many plants have gone that way.  But not yard weeds. They get stepped on, … Continue reading

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On the occasion of my 42nd birthday, I thought I might reflect slightly on the last 40 years. Specifically, what I was doing on my birthday at 42, 32, and 22, 12, and 2.  Those years have been transition years.  … Continue reading

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Phone Home

A little more than a month ago, Sara lost her phone.  We were on a plane to Houston, on our way to San Diego to celebrate the wedding of Mark and Taylor.  We didn’t know where we had lost it. … Continue reading

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Mark – the best man

A few weeks ago now my younger brother, Mark, got married to a wonderful woman.  I was lucky enough to be co-best man (with my brother Brian).  It was a terrific wedding and a beautiful setting along the coastal bluffs … Continue reading

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Ali Fresco – artist bear

Al Fresco is an artist bear whose colors stain her bright white hair She doesn’t mind the flecks of paint Each fleck a thought however faint She makes her art upon the walls ideas made real with brushstroke falls She … Continue reading

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