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    advent journal: listen . . .

    by  • December 22, 2014 • advent journal, america • 0 Comments

    sign-listen

    Today was dark and cold here in Durham. I drove to work in the dark early this morning and drove home in the dark this afternoon. In between I heard snippets of stories that passed for news that were mostly people yelling. Listening does not often get reported as being significant. Yelling makes for...

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    advent journal: percussion

    by  • December 21, 2014 • advent journal, love, poetry • 2 Comments

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    love is the drum that beats in our bones even in our broken melodies of grief our symphonies of sorrow and sadness relentless resonance in the late night club of all that could have been the hope of the high hat the syncopation of surprise the gentle jazz of joy put your hands together...

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    advent journal: without

    by  • December 17, 2014 • advent journal, friends, grief, love • 2 Comments

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    One of my favorite Pierce Pettis songs begins, “The presence of your absence follows me.” The song has played in the background of my week because tomorrow, December 18, will mark five years since my dear friend David Gentiles died. I could say many things about David, but maybe this will give you an...

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    advent journal: singing in the dark

    by  • December 16, 2014 • advent journal, music • 1 Comment

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    Going to the mall each day means being inundated with holiday music — well, the same ten songs. I thought tonight I might offer a soundtrack that has found me in these days. Talking about Patty Griffin’s “Mary” a couple of days ago set me to thinking. My list is by no means exhaustive,...

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    advent journal: first lines

    by  • December 13, 2014 • advent journal, music • 2 Comments

    songwriting

    I was going back through some poems and found this one, so I spent a little time revising it and offer it anew tonight. Feel free to sing along. first lines I pulled into Nazareth was feeling ‘bout half past dead I don’t want to hear a love song doctor my eyes have seen...

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