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Continue reading →: >To Aire Is Human
>many roads I have seenyet the one before me calls and curves an echointo a question mark man made rails guide man made indentsthe hills rise to brush methe valleys bow to invitehumble awareness’sin the shadowsof gravel and sagecoyotes whineand brown tailed hawkswander their ownguided railsand I have freedomto course the…
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Continue reading →: >We Waited(Christmas memories)
> It was at the dead end of a street. It was a small house jammed with ten kids. My mom could barely lace up the shoe. Yet she worked hard to make this time of year special. My wife has a tinge of sadness when I tell her we…
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Continue reading →: >Jingle Bells….for FFF
>A merry gentleman sat in the incense of roasted chestnuts.He opened the local page of the paper to find the obit about Larry’s grandmother getting killed by a reindeer while putting her Christmas cardsin the mailbox. He got up to put a sympathycard in the mail…Then he heard the jingle…
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Continue reading →: >Dream Not…..For Jingle Poetry
> Dream Not I dream of reality, a R.E.M.embrance of when I am presently awake. Not moving my eyes in front of you, but heavy lids propped up by your story. Your joy and pain sleepy rain running down my cheeks. My reality becomes a dream with you of moments…
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Continue reading →: >Silent Sight….For One Shoot Sunday
>eyelashes brush the incenseand stir into spacesbetweensensessightsilent as nightand blur into facesskin brushes the intent
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Continue reading →: >Jesu…………………A somethin’ Sunday poem
> He was cradled in time, as are we. Strips of cloth upon his reception. Strips of cloth when he left, and stripes on his back in between. His unneeded coverings except that we would misunderstand and clothe our minds with judgment as this naked man walked before us. Our…
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Continue reading →: >Winter Advisory
> Winter Advisory winter writer in residence white out blizzard chattering pearl teeth chip a #2 pencil eraser worn edges rubber flakes backhanded from the page biblical selahs sleighing through the drifts so white spaces like ruts guide the muse through the flurries keystrokes slide on down the …
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Continue reading →: >Tinselate…for Friday Flash 55…try it in 55 words and link up…you can do it…really
>silver spaghettibunched up lookin’ like a brillo padthere stands a treein the dunces cornerof our living roomwith an angel capright between the computerand an easy chairlike it wants to sitor get on FB with the other dress up fernsIt waits patiently forwarmth of tinselation
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Continue reading →: >All Set …for One Shot Wednesday
> the backlit hills revealed a woman lying on her side where gentle rises and descents were laid beneath the sun a sphere rests midriff rolls in the lowland burnt orange expanse cupped cradled before it collapsed into her side sun and soul synergy silence slips shhhh
Gerald the Writer 