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    in other news . . .

    by  • January 31, 2013 • change, community, poetry • 6 Comments

    a baby smiled at me in our coffee shop a kind, happy woman handed me a hot dog sample at costco and I made chicken corn and black bean soup for friends who gathered to talk about what would make a difference in our town: street lights, sidewalks in an hour and a half...

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    ways to look at the world

    by  • January 24, 2013 • poetry • 1 Comment

    cynic critic thoughtful friend wide-eyed worn-out on the mend wondering wishing just the facts prophet listener off the tracks hungry angry coffee spoons lover laugher set to tunes true believer last to know all together miles to go Peace, Milton

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    chairs

    by  • January 9, 2013 • poetry • 1 Comment

    “the chairs no one sits in”:* as soon as I saw the lines, I thought, “I was going to write that poem” — once again, I’m reminded what’s new to me is not new most of my thoughts are about as original as sin perhaps it’s not about who got there first, but getting...

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    resolutionary

    by  • December 31, 2012 • poetry • 4 Comments

    no matter what page we turn what ball drops or what calendar we follow when tomorrow dawns on us we will still hold the sorrow that slept here last night the hopes and fears of all last year might sit silently for a few hours while we dance and remember the promises we hoped...

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    advent journal: incarnation

    by  • December 17, 2012 • advent journal, incarnation, poetry • 1 Comment

    I saw Joy dressed as a postal worker tenaciously attempting to infect everyone in line up against Impatience in the form of a woman still in her workout clothes complete with jewelry and then I stood behind Clumsy or so she seemed — dressed in faux fur and  fumbling at the self-serve machine I...

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    advent journal: gratitude

    by  • December 12, 2012 • advent journal, poetry • 5 Comments

    I love telling stories. I also love repeating them — just ask Ginger. I do, however, come by it honestly: it’s a family trait. One of my favorite repeatables is one I have heard my brother tell many times and comes from his days living in Akron, Ohio. His barber there was a man...

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