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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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Stripes

Some mornings, certain colors stand out on the river because of the angle of the sun, the height of the clouds, or fog, or rain. Today it wasn't a color, though, it was a pattern: stripes. The red-and-white lighthouse at the marina in Jersey City positively glowed. (A marina in Jersey City? How times change!) Matte aluminum panels on the Chase building alternated with black windows; recessed green glass in green frames set off pale concrete in the four towers near it. Two blue-hulled, white-cabined ferries passed each other, one with a single strip of black windows and the other with a line of square ones. On the roadway across the river, cars and trucks caught a gleam of sun here and there. The railing in front of me cut the view into layers. And two Brant geese swam by, showing off the white stripes around their necks.


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