• poetry

    the last time

    by  • February 6, 2016 • family, grief, poetry • 10 Comments

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    the last time you showed up, I didn’t know what to expect. you kicked in the door, filled the room with a dead chill . . . surprise attack: a stroke, a call, a funeral; and then miles of ache and absence, but not this time. she made choices; we made choices. we had...

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    advent journal: redolence

    by  • December 18, 2015 • advent journal, poetry • 1 Comment

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    redolence we drove south of the city, and straight into a sunset that had no sense of time we were going nowhere together, following our noses, as the saying goes, breathing in the evening reading in a bakery,I discovered “the fragrance of our lives in the world” . . . from someone else’s words...

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    advent journal: night ride home

    by  • December 14, 2015 • advent journal, poetry • 7 Comments

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    It was raining when I walked out of work to make the three block trek to where my car was parked so I could snake through the city, the construction, and catch the highway home. I slipped my hearing aids in my pocket, losing the high harmonies of the street’s sounds; the small but...

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    advent journal: perspective

    by  • December 2, 2015 • america, faith, hope, peace, poetry • 3 Comments

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    Perspective I feel small in the face of overwhelming violence: another killing, another killing, another killing . . . it’s as hard to be hopeful as it is to be poetic. How can our kindness afford to be random when the violence is intentional? This can’t be the last word. Peace, Milton

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    lenten journal: wait

    by  • April 2, 2015 • grief, lenten journal, poetry • 3 Comments

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    perhaps we cannot understand— no matter how many holy weeks we live—the way that time must have emptied out into the darkness when they the took him from the garden. we mark the days between with names like good and holy, and know that they are the days between and not the beginning of...

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