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Continue reading →: Day Broke Me Open
They passed by. The waves of storms rolled toward sunrise. To the west a rainbow was pierced with a serrated knife of electricity. To the east tufts of clouds like pale pink umbrellas hung. Intervals of solid rain tucked me under the soffit to read. Ann wrote about the…
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Continue reading →: Sips Through A Straw
Dance, song, laughter, and tears of frosted glass. In and through it I remembered. There was ice water and a straw. Our only duty was to keep vigil on her lips. Her mouth would motion us. Silent smacking and we would reach for the cool cup. She would sup…
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Continue reading →: Beauty Beyond Words, and Yet I Want Them So Badly.Vincent, come and tell me what to say. I am afraid. The beauty startled me so I came back to capture it. Bring your brush-sickle and lop off that bale like an ear. Forgive me for projecting on you. It’s not words, but my words that lie…
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Continue reading →: Ellipses’ and Riding the Bench
When I was a kid my mother would haul us to the grocery store. Back then it was Meijer Thrifty Acres at the corner of Patterson and Douglas Avenue. There were always bench sitters in the queue right next to the twirling red, white, and blue barber shop sign. There…
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Continue reading →: Perch, Hmmm, Fish Sounds Tasty, But This Isn’t What This Is About.
Surprise See. There. Quick. The hummingbird motionless on the dead spruce branch above the bee balm flame. She is no blur of wings. And look. Her long nectar- loving beak— She has tucked it in the feathers of her breast. John Leax Recluse Freedom Poems…
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Continue reading →: Stars and Stripes
The Bright and Morning Star wore His stripes on the greatest day of independence in history. He hung on the crossroads of freedom and bondage. Liberty was lifted high for all to see and healing was within everyone’s sight. The bombs didn’t burst but rockets red glare descended from…
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Continue reading →: Fawn
I saw spots before my eyes. They flew the above the road like snowflakes on the wind. The spindle legs blurred them. Awkward leaps of fear caught us. We almost touched and the white dots made me feel young again.
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Continue reading →: Gathering the Mess and Refrigerator Chess
We were there on the beach, just south of a wedding. Sixteen was our number. My wife and I, our twelve children, one niece (Who is really child number thirteen), and one soon to be fiancé. I had hopes the wedding reception would follow the vows as a beachhead for…
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Continue reading →: Transforming Faith: Perspectives on Circumstance.
Sometimes we need only spread out. It is different from spreading thin. Our souls long to stretch, take in more oxygen or lay on top of it. Gliding, we take the winding road down the staircase of air. A dissention over each step, floating just above circumstance. Faith, the scaled…
Gerald the Writer 