Category Archives: George Polley

Why?

Why did these men in black steal my house with all my things in it, saying my house is theirs, that it belonged to their family before it belonged to mine? How could that be, as my great-grandfather Hamid built … Continue reading

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Little one

Who are you, little one, and where is your mother? Are you lost, or just exploring, as my children used to do? Is that your mother I hear calling? It must be, as you cock your head, turn and go. … Continue reading

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Nature

In nature, even the smallest things are beautiful.  

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Hokkaido Owl

Looking down from her perch in the tree, she waited. Then, seeing movement in the forest bed, she opened her wings and, falling, grasped the tiny animal in her talons. It was enough for her two little ones, awaiting her … Continue reading

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Every little once in a while

                Every little once in a while there is a song, a murmur, a hope. Every little once in a while there is life, and singing, and cheer. If what you want is … Continue reading

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At Starbucks, Naebo Aeon Shopping Mall, Sapporo

Music and chatter in the background. On the “street” in front, people pass by, reminding me of a sidewalk cafe years ago in Mexico City’s Zona Rosa. The main difference, aside from language, is no coffee with cinnamon here.  

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Sore foot

To reduce swelling in a swollen foot, pack in ice for as long as possible, then repeat until the swelling is gone and the infection is hopefully healed.

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There comes a time . . .

This present moment that lives on to become long ago — Gary Snider, poet   Sitting at Tully’s with a cup of coffee. Music is playing in the background. At the next table, a young woman studies, her laptop open. … Continue reading

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The Mastodon

Just outside the front row of tables in my favorite coffee shop, a lifelike mastodon ambles up and stops, its trunk extended to a little boy. Curious, the boy reaches up and touches the tip of the huge animal’s trunk. … Continue reading

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Clouds

  In the distance white clouds spill over the mountains and into the valley below

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