• poetry

    muscle memory

    by  • April 26, 2016 • friends, music, poetry • 5 Comments

    muscle memory dishwashing always needs a soundtrack so I let my phone play deejay and the next thing I knew I was chewing on a piece of grass walking down the road even though we ain’t go money there’s a place in the world for a gambler so dance with me ‘cause oz never...

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    nature walk

    by  • April 24, 2016 • community, grief, poetry • 0 Comments

    nature walk a few days ago we started our twenty-seventh year following the path among the stones along the shore until stopped by the barrier set to  protect the nesting plovers today we spent a sunny afternoon walking down to our little harbor and then back down unfamiliar streets past people in unprotected neighborhoods as they...

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    penultimate

    by  • April 20, 2016 • hope, love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments

    penultimate it was the night before though I suppose I could say it was the last night but that is not how I’ve ever thought of it nothing was ending everything was beginning we gathered everyone we could think of in the fellowship hall to tell stories eat barbecue and mark the moment nothing...

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    discovery

    by  • April 19, 2016 • poetry • 1 Comment

    discovery the longer I live the more I find I have yet to walk where there are no footprints columbus didn’t discover anything he only became aware of what he did not know Peace, Milton

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    practice

    by  • April 18, 2016 • music, poetry • 4 Comments

    practice I spent the evening singing harmony with a pick-up gospel choir— songs I didn’t know parts I didn’t know offering me the gentle reminder that listening comes first, then you sing. Peace, Milton

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    zacchaeus

    by  • April 17, 2016 • love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments

    zacchaeus when I think of the tiny tax collector clinging to the tree waiting for Jesus to pass by I imagine my father there a short man with low self-esteem willing to go out on a limb hoping love would call him by name somehow my mother is there too taking Jesus by the...

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    narrative

    by  • April 14, 2016 • grace, incarnation, poetry • 5 Comments

    A pilgrimage is a journey set in a story. — Paul Elie, interview for On Being (as best I can remember the quote) narrative I love to tell the story says the old hymn— not I love to tell the doctrine; we do well to read in the beginning as another way of saying...

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    prine time

    by  • April 13, 2016 • music, poetry • 5 Comments

    prine time the first time I saw John Prine we were both much younger he sang fish and whistle—you forgive us and we’ll forgive you—and then the one about the angel that I learned too the last time I saw him was the night before his cancer had returned and he sang for almost...

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