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Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.

Appolonia

The somberly dressed family stares out of a formal portrait taken in the early part of the last century, Michael and Appolonia surrounded by their eleven children. Their children in turn had eighty-one offspring. From there the line extends to…

Standing Next to You

Standing next to you on the step, I caught your voice from the indigo sky speaking to me when your shadow crossed the ground. Your cloud raced to the horizon skimming the blue disc of morning, wonder became gold, laced…

Snowscape

Snowscape, cold skate, twirling ice dancer, slipping over the Perch below, The sun-dogs bark and chase her. She rolls and tumbles on the glossy frigid veneer buffed by northwest gusts. The journey is swift, a grace filled breeze quickens every…

Slate Gray

The slate gray morning sky welcomes. The rippling breeze crosses the water and dapples with a shuffling touch.  Sunrise below the muted clouds breaks trail to the green horizon across the lake. My waking foot hits the floor. You are…

Raphael’s 2016

Doughnuts! When the grandson comes to town, we go to Raphael’s Bakery and Café. On one trip, an attempt at rearranging a mangled doughnut with “sprinkles” met with the “death stare,” a shaming, pointing index finger and, “No Grandpa.” Ray…

Icebreakers

The icebreaker is doomed. Global warming has arrived. No more are heroic efforts needed to free thousand foot freighters or stranded National Geographic tourist boats in Antarctica imperiled by stalking bergs and crushing ice floes. The days of ice augers…

Hair

I was in a rush that morning. I knew it was going to be a breakneck day. My appointments were stacked up in the Zoom world hour after hour all morning, with a lunch wedged in at noon with an…

Day Sounds

I have never lived in the country. I grew up in Gilman, Minnesota, a small quiet town about twenty miles northeast of St. Cloud with two-hundred living souls and a lot more departed in the graveyard behind the church. But…

Cold Comfort

I live a solitary life. It suits me. I know the chemistry and markets for pharmaceuticals. People seek my opinions. I am well paid and do not require the rah-rah and “networking” that comes with overpriced lunches. That’s all right…