• all we can see

    by  • February 7, 2007 • 8 Comments

    Ginger’s on her way to Birmingham and I’m sitting in Panera, trying to get my post written before I go home to console Schnauzers, which will take up the rest of the evening. They hate suitcases. When we moved from Texas to Massachusetts sixteen and a half years ago, one of the biggest adjustments...

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    schnauzer nap

    by  • February 6, 2007 • 2 Comments

    One of the best parts of my day is coming home to Lola and Gracie, our two miniature Schnauzers. In the midst of all that is going on, I offer a poem on the lighter side because it’s where I needed to go today. taking a nap with my schnauzers tuesday afternoonmy day offwe...

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    for the living of these days

    by  • February 5, 2007 • 7 Comments

    We are headed into a difficult week. We got word a few days ago that Ginger’s father has to have a mass removed from his lung. He’s already survived a battle with throat cancer. When a spot showed up a couple of years ago, they tested and said it was scar tissue. Now there’s...

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    by  • February 1, 2007 • 5 Comments

    A family is gathering for a mealoutside Spokanethe daughter is stillwearing her soccer uniformthe mother is chattingas she passes the potatoesthe father is nonverbal, tiredtrying to engage the dog iswaiting for someone to share They will finish their dinnerstheir conversationstheir homeworkthey will turn on the televisionthe phone will ring several timesit will not be...

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    a creative act

    by  • February 1, 2007 • 4 Comments

    As I drove to work this morning my ears perked up when I heard Charlestown mentioned on the news because it’s our old neighborhood in Boston. What they were saying was quite disconcerting: I-93 northbound was closed, as was the Sullivan Square subway station because “a suspicious package” had been found that looked like...

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    only connect

    by  • January 31, 2007 • 2 Comments

    Since our first real cold snap a week or two ago, the door on the driver’s side of my Jeep Cherokee Sport has been locked up. I’ve become quite adept at entering the car from the passenger side and, I’m sure, have provided a good bit of amusement to people in various parking lots...

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    can you hear me now?

    by  • January 30, 2007 • 6 Comments

    There are days that writing comes easy and days it doesn’t. There are also a lot of days in between where I find something to say once I get myself up the stairs and put my fingers on the keyboard. Every so often comes a day like today where the issue is not whether...

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    requiem for darfur

    by  • January 29, 2007 • 2 Comments

    Just as I was getting to work on Saturday, Scott Simon introduced a segment about a Carnagie Hall performance of Verdi’s Requiem to benefit the refugees from Darfur. I made a mental note and went to the web site to listen to the program. What I know of classical music I mostly learned from...

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    lives in the balance

    by  • January 25, 2007 • 2 Comments

    I’ve spent the better part of my day reading about what is happening in Darfur in preparation for a worship service we are going to devote to what is happening there and in other parts of Africa. Between the news of famine, AIDS, malaria, and all the other things that afflict the continent, Darfur...

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    by  • January 25, 2007 • 2 Comments

    Several experiences and conversations this week have set me to thinking about the words I both say and hear. My thoughts turned to poetry. Here is my attempt to describe some of what I am feeling. reverberation the air in the room is thick with leftbehind words from long agowords from last weekwords we...

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