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Away for Just a Bit (I Hope)

Mom’s my caregiver she’s ill now, hospitalized I must go elsewhere for care until she comes home pray for both it’s not too long

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poetry

sifting through the nuts

      I’m sitting here on a humid August Sunday afternoon sifting through a can of mixed nuts, wanting to write about sitting on humid afternoons and worrying about plagiarizing writers old and new who have done similar.   What could I say that hasn’t been said, or how could I know or not know? […]

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Work in Progress

I can’t claim perfection; there’s too much evidence to the contrary available for the prosecution to convict me. All I can ask is “God, please work on me. Amen.”

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Photography poetry

Today’s Bouquet

Shadow me in grasses with a bouquet of pastel pinks in lush greens. Hush, my spirit. I hear it in whispers clear. Be still, my heart.   Be still, my heart. Be still.

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Photography poetry

Tell it, Bird

In days of dynamic  electronic-gadget ease- touch, swipe, and record, all quick-click touches, I often frame my writing-time moments with the old-fashioned. Give me paper, a favorite pencil or pen, uninterrupted time to gather inspiration. Place me in a comfortable location, preferably near light, naturally so, is best, by an open-blind window is a good […]

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Knight Moves

(Based on the Song Night Moves) Scratched My Head, Tried to Save a Key Pawn; Half of My Pieces Already Gone. She Was a Blond Haired Abbess with Nut Brown Eyes Who Moved Quite Well, to My Surprise. Much to My Surprise. Out in the Courtyard in the Summer Air, in the Council Chamber behind […]

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on the porch with Pound

         Venice, evening breezes, the radio faint from the kitchen, the parched pain of a life’s labor, leaves of greatness spraying into darkness, dangling limp in exhausted hands. Waves of soft moon-dyed mist break purple on the rail, the bubbles crest, exploding in canticles of silence.   Daub the salt-stained stigmata, open the weeping […]

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Photography Prose

Mingo Swamp Wakes Up in April

The mockingbird outside my window sings with persistence in April, seeming to support all of Nature shouting, “Come outside and see what’s happening.” It’s my favorite month at the edge of this swamp. I’ve come to expect Nature to surprise me every time I go exploring. On a warm day recently I worked at an […]

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Fallen Before the Cross

When I say I am a Christian, it is: – a confession – of who and what I was and am. – an admission – that I am guilty and have no defense. – an acknowledgment – that someone else has paid the penalty which should have fallen on me. – and a thanks – […]

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Photography poetry

Untethered

time’s untethered time not one moment unenjoyed satisfying sips