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Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
The time is comewhen the publication of poems is to be like that of pale and very light airborne seeds flowing in the current of forest air through the blue shadows, and falling on the grass where God decrees. I am convinced that we… Continue Reading “A Time of Small Letters”
“…I want to ask you something. I can’t remember behind the last ugly thing. Was she very beautiful, Samuel?” “To you she was because you built her. I don’t think you ever saw her — only your own creation.” John Steinbeck, East of Eden… Continue Reading “Mid-way Through East of Eden”
… In the day of trouble, suffer not our trust in Thee to fail. Book of Common Prayer, “For Our Country” My heart caught in my throat when I saw the news yesterday afternoon. I couldn’t look away from those scenes I didn’t want… Continue Reading “Prayer for a Divided Country”
Thanksgiving is not a result of perception; thanksgiving is the access to perception. Virginia Stem Owens By taking the time to be grateful, I can melt the icy fingers of fear that squeeze my heart today. Today I am thankful for my neighbors down… Continue Reading “Melting Icy Fingers”
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 