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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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InterPlay, Friday Morning, March 21, 2014
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Today, I have the day to myself. Let’s try something new. Let’s not rush. In Interplay, we give structure, then improvise and then notice what happened. Today, I will notice…
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Labyrinth
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Just hedge a bit, he said. Love can be bloody or sane. No need to say the truth, cruel as it may be. Be kind. Sanctify the moment, m’dear. Be…
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In the bar
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The sparkling woman dances with the man, flask in his pocket; she closes her eyes and smiles frantically to the music. At the microphone, Annie sings the “Girl from Ipanema”…
