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Continue reading →: Just a Poultry Encounter Part Two of Three. A Turkey Tail…Tale.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Thomm the talking turkey continues… “About a year ago my uncle Thommy went missing. Here one moment, gone the next. I was so fouled up and sadness accompanied my search for him. I wanted to pull my feathers out as I hopped and flapped…
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Continue reading →: Just a Poultry Encounter Part One: A Thanksgiving Tail…Ahem, Tale
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Highway hypnosis took over the minute I finished the on ramp to I-94 west. Destination: home. The back-end of the van sagged with holiday food which included not one, but two frozen turkeys. I scored a couple of fifteen pound weaklings. I felt like…
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Continue reading →: On Prayer
Take us to the safe places, not free of danger necessarily, but void of triggers… those spaces where scabs fall off, not scrape off. Show us how to play, how to get absorbed like a child on the floor, Let us not worry about how we’re gonna get up.…
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Continue reading →: 15 Minutes on Family
Recently I wrote that “family is our resting heart rate.” When we’re tired of playing hide and seek we can make a run for it. We run for home base. I was a scrapper, a wee lad with dirty finger nails and iron-on patches covering the knees of my jeans.…
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Continue reading →: Muted
The moon stares its borrowed light, and burrows into the dawn. This lozenge, like a Eucharist, melts between my words.
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Continue reading →: Come With Me
I’m heading out, another Sunday slouch, a church mouse. Won’t you come with? Sit next to me, and we’ll pray. Stand, and songs will be sung, harmony hung. We’ll open the Book of macro stories of micro beings. We will see each other as trees. I…
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Continue reading →: Words, Wards, and Swords
I am pen deep in the deep end. My mind is liquid conundrums flowing over rocks in a shallow stream. My feet are tender on Sahara sand. I wander into a mind field hoping to detonate thoughts. I long to hear shattering glass and smell quotation marks. I am…
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Continue reading →: Pre-Dawn. A morning prayer.
I splashed through a psalm or two, looking for You; expressing me. Come as a seed, fall and die in here, so a single shoot may rise with the sun. So a single root may drive in the soil, deep, splayed toward ground water wants. Come water…
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Continue reading →: Truck Stop
He was moving as fast as he could. I looked around for a hare. I stepped out to greet his huge shell self. The gravel road separated twin ponds. Why is this big turtle crossing the road? Was the pond greener on the other side? I crept toward…
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Continue reading →: Resolution
A song. Hope sung, echoes between faith and love. Love is the Great Note, I know, but the melody trusts, And the harmony hopes… and Love resolves.
Gerald the Writer 