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Continue reading →: For Rest
The other night, after my face was warm from the glow of the T.V. I took Apollo for a roundabout. Dog and human under a canopy of a starry starry night. No earbuds. No screen. Simply deep space and fire hydrants to bounce contemplations from twinkle twinkle to tinkle tinkle.…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
With each meandering breeze, crimson leaves dripped from the melting maple. A crowd of color is forming beneath. A circular red spread like a ring, humble, thankful embers of redemption. I’ll gather them up eventually, but for now I pray for soft kisses of wind on each falling flame.
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Continue reading →: The Hippie of the Long Gray Hair
On my way into the store for dog food and sour cream I stopped and took in the last call of the sun. You know, when the magnifying glass of the horizon burnishes the great circle before it drops below the surface. A man was trying to capture the image…
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Continue reading →: God in the Dock, Again.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: “Just who do you think you are?” I demanded. “Who do you think I am?” “You are the God in the dock, often under investigation, especially when things go awry.” “For example?” “When plates under the ocean slide, causing a wave to morph into…
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Continue reading →: Taking Thoughts
The bookmarks sprung up in odd arrangements on the shelf, like so many weeds in a garden. I pulled them a couple of months ago, All of them. In part to put out of mind the sight of unfinished business. But also to put to rights the little irritations some…
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Continue reading →: A Sunday Psalm
Take me to the river, the currents that carry away. Be the banks of faith as my feet feel the passing by. For now, the ocean isn’t needed with waves that overwhelm. No, it’s the redemption of here. The forgiveness of now channeled and contained, yet flowing on and down.…
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Continue reading →: A Novel Story (Flash Fiction)
Sitting on the seat of my pants rather than flying by them, I settled in. Tucked in a corner of Casey’s, slurping off the Wi-Fi and staggering sips on a cup of Joe, my fingers danced on the keys. I tuned out the pitter-pat of the keyboard that so annoyed…
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Continue reading →: Storm Front
Clouds roiled by, doubling their chins. clearing their throats over and again, sending echoes down the line. Veins popped on their foreheads, razor lights split the tension– flash points of interruption. Then the weeping, sobbing, lubrication of pent up anger mixed with distraught. A million-billion tears distilled in sheets, form…
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Continue reading →: “What’s Going On?”
I’ve got nothing to say. So I’ll let my fingers do the talking. Now, isn’t that a bit passive-aggressive? So many swirling dervishes, spinning hearts out of control. Soaked emotional ballasts thrown over the edge of reason. To try to right a ship that is surely sinking seems futile. News…
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