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Continue reading →: Needful Things
I’ve adopted a new aphorism. The phrase was cultivated during our latest move. A move which included a plethora of boxes, many notated with vague adjectives. Miscellaneous, i.e. misc, was the numero uno choice of description. Then came the likes of various, random, important, very important, extremely important, fragile, really…
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Continue reading →: Emerald Bay
Blues, greens, grays, I wanted to stay. Emerald Bay. Lungs expanded, Heart bandied One strand Of breathless. Stress left us. Satin trust. The ridges. Stacked edges. Loving ledges Offered us seats. Yes, to see You and me Clearly.
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Continue reading →: Pedal Still
We can only keep coasting downhill. What about the other side? What about the vistas, ridges, mountains, big and small? Where do the shadows yawn? What becomes of perspective? Why settle in the valley no matter how it cradles us? Back on our bikes, those pedestals of freedom.…
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Continue reading →: Backspace
You can’t use the space bar when backspacing. I’ve begun writing for an hour now. Nothing to show but white space after deleting thoughts. Talk about white supremacy. What if every thought was sentenced to paper? Every tree beaten to a pulp? Fiction and non, single spaced, no margins of…
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Continue reading →: Dance Floored
I remember the back wall at junior high dances. The cafeteria cleared of tables and a disco ball suspended, catching and pitching light like baseballs. Velcro didn’t exist then, yet something held the boys to one side of the room, while the girls talked to each other across the…
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Continue reading →: Sea Psalm
Take me down to the river, where eternity flows. My prayers dangle over the edge, and are carried to the sea. Why is the ocean vast? Why does it bend the horizon? Oh, little metaphor of the universe, lay your tides over and over like a meditation. Oh,…
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Continue reading →: Friday Psalm
Length of days. Stretched desire thin. A thin slice of passion for the lost connection with You. Hurried, distracted, brink of brick on brick and the mortar between. Where are You? Do You see us? Do you see me behind this wall of mine? This thick skinned membrane,…
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Continue reading →: Rose
Call me rose, And I will answer. Stop and smell, For I see to the senses. Do not fear For the thorns which stem from me. I am only trying To make the point, a remembrance Of the sacred head, Wounded, bled red, like petals That fall. Fall on…
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Continue reading →: Living Within Tension vs. Living With Intention?
The English language is intriguing, unruly; often unpredictable. Sometimes when lost in thought, I find thoughts. Then I text those thoughts to myself. The above title is one, and instead of texting it to myself, I sent it to my wife. My text: Ponder this: Living within tension. Living with…
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Continue reading →: After You
I remember when poetry came so easy. A shaft of light tapping my shoulder. Creases laying lines on my face after a nap. Another age spot showing up like a ring on a tree. The Muse used to be after me. Poetry would help me catch my breath.…
Gerald the Writer 