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Continue reading →: Squirrel!
I don’t brake for squirrels. I don’t swerve either. I pray for them. I plead with them. I yell at them. They seem suicidal, Daring even. They’re just doing As told. “Go play in the street.” “Cross the road, or halfway.” I stay centered In the lane, White…
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Continue reading →: April Snow
They float down, Those Individual wisps. Periods which end No sentence. Quotations, Bereft of content. I press my ear Do the dormant grass To hear the sound Of their touchdown. “Shhhh,” they said.
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Continue reading →: Spring Amnesia
And it snows. Blows. White wax On the fields. April fools Around and Around. Making sound. Flirting flurries Ride on lake-effect. Rules my affect. Reels my reflex. Back to bed, Snore covered And sleepy… I must be dreaming.
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Continue reading →: Back Seat Love: Come on, it’s not what you think.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: I know, is the back seat really a place for love? In one respect, I think not… But hold on a minute, I’m talking about love. ? I dreamt I was a taxi driver, in and out of traffic and jams. My light was…
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Continue reading →: Eucharist
The mystic moon, Like a wafer, Hung on the Pre-dawn deep. All quiet. A muted dirge. Death beats On my wrist And wrests My soul From sleep To sky. And I cry For death To die. “It is finished.” Jesus
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Continue reading →: Heart Breaking
Behold the beauty Of the quiet places, Stilled and distilled Down to the pauses Between heartbeats. Take courage When silence Nearly breaks you, And tempts you To break it. Fold your hands, Bend your soul, And free your Spirit into His Trust. Listen how the Winds strokes…
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Continue reading →: Comb-Over. Father’s Day 2016
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: My dad was like a father to me. He took me with him to fix my Godmother Ginny’s air conditioner at the Ceramic Shop. He showed me his humble quarters at the Burdick Hotel. I followed him around while he repaired fridges and jammed…
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Continue reading →: Beyond the Noise
Love lists, Tilts, spills over time, Covers a multitude. Love sings, Lilts, lifts its song, Invites a dance. Love gives, Grips not, releases. Grants dignity. Love, grace me In the God that you are, For without You, I am just making noise. After 1 John 4:8…
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Continue reading →: Fireside…swiped
I restarted the wood-stove in our basement early. I thought I jammed it full enough to last ‘til morning, but alas, it fizzled out. I rifled through our waste cans. I crumpled up obituaries, Superbowl ramblings, and Michigan State fallout stories to lay a new bed on which skinny logs…
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