• discovery

    by  • April 19, 2016 • 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 • 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 • 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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    stopping by fenway on a chilly evening

    by  • April 16, 2016 • 4 Comments

    Last night, Ginger and I got to go to the Red Sox game, thanks to our friends Fez and Maggie. It was our first time in the park in five years. As I reflected on the train ride back today, I channelled Robert Frost. Stopping by Fenway on a Chilly Evening Whose house this...

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    narrative

    by  • April 14, 2016 • 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 • 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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    workout

    by  • April 12, 2016 • 6 Comments

    workout I started the day by going to the gym (things I rarely write for 400, Alex), wishing the process of lessening my presence on the planet did not involve rooms with pumped up jams and rows of televisions blasting morning shows. I came prepared with headphones and the podcast of a poet—Mary Oliver,...

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    wordless

    by  • April 11, 2016 • 4 Comments

    I spent the first ten days of April back in Durham, doing some book things, some cookies business, and seeing good friends in a place that feels like home to me. In the process, I haven’t kept my promises to write each day during April. Here is my defense. wordless I know I’ve been...

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    window

    by  • April 4, 2016 • 2 Comments

    window the late afternoon light is the color of gratitude wouldn’t you say as the shadows grow longer and the coming chill pulls us closer what else is there but thank you Peace, Milton

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    question

    by  • April 3, 2016 • 4 Comments

    question It”s Opening Day . . . (well, the Red Sox start tomorrow) I have moved from coffee shop to brewery trying to catch the metaphor. Is it as simple as the pitcher misses the strike zone, the catcher misses the tag, and I miss my mother, who has been gone half a season...

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