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    advent journal: listen . . .

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

    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: answer this question

    by  • December 10, 2014 • advent journal, america, justice, love • 8 Comments

    As I was driving to and from work today I heard interviews on NPR related to what is being called “The Torture Report,” or the “Senate Select Committee on Intelligence Study of the Central Intelligence Agency’s Detention and Interrogation Program,” which looked at the secret prisons the CIA ran around the world after September...

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    advent journal: peace, officers

    by  • December 5, 2014 • advent journal, america, durham • 8 Comments

    As soon as work was over this evening, I raced across Durham to meet Ginger at the Armory for the Durham Symphony Holiday Concert. Downtown was full of activity: something at the Durham Performing Arts Center (DPAC), a crowd around the downtown Christmas tree, and the usual folks finding their way to one of...

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    don’t lean back

    by  • September 15, 2014 • america, community • 4 Comments

    I am old enough to remember when it was fun to fly, which, of course, makes me old. The experience of getting in and out of an airport, much less the time spent on board the airplane have not been very enjoyable for a long, long time. The “legacy carriers,” as they are often called,...

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    confession

    by  • August 25, 2014 • america, community, poetry • 4 Comments

    There is no them. Only us: across the table, behind the wall, sharing coffee, passing the green beans, throwing stones, breaking curfew; armed to the teeth biting back with rubber bullets, cheering for little leaguers, praying for peace, marching in the night, hiding behind official jargon; joining in song, crying out for explanations, flying...

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