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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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No shades of gray

Cold and bright by the river this morning. Way out at the end of the piling field a big black-back gull -- black wings, white chest -- chased another off a piling and sat on it himself. The first one flew around awhile, finally settling nearby as though that was where he'd wanted to be anyway. A male bufflehead, looking like a black-and-white bathtub toy, bobbed up and down, fishing. A black-hulled, white-towered tug chugged along, passed by a speeding black-and-white patrol boat. One of the small, quick ferries, which are black and white, zipped by in the other direction. I came home and changed my flannel-lined blue jeans and down vest for black pants, black shirt, white sweater. Who am I to buck a trend?


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