cute doggy – December 3


cute doggy

suddenly nips

at mine.


oh he never

does that

he’s such a dear.


yeah, lady



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nighttime agita – December 6


nighttime agita

wakening stare

ceiling gaze with

no respite



daytime unresolution

gnawing at the soul.


step back, don’t hack

call the times


into sack.


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broken people speak – December 1


broken people speak

and tell their truth

that the rest of

us are not



while we listen and

nod and hope

that we are




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grateful – November 30


grateful at day’s



appreciative of


to be kind to be


to reach out to

a friend,


grateful for a life

that’s given me

chance after chance


to get it right when

my first shot wasn’t.


grateful, for the style

of Jesus’ life.


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early morning grace – November 25


early morning darkness


pinpoints of grace

in my sky.


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promised – November 23


blue denim shirt and

jeans, navy guy

school janitor

thin, curley haired

hoped for hero


that I reached out

to when the big kids

threw my treasured

blue plastic automatic

pistol up onto the school

roof over my kinder

garten class


and I went to him and

asked him to get it

down. and he said that

he would, if I was a good

boy and helped him with

the summer yard work


and so every day I

showed up in my

best little boy first

grade shorts and jersey

shirt to pick up

stuff and rake as

best I could and

help with the grass


and then I came for

my beloved blue

plastic gun and

he told me that oh

he had cleaned

everything off the

roof and thrown it

down to the kids



and I said how could

you. you promised

and I did everything

you asked me to

and… you promised


and we never

talked again. and

I didn’t understand

but he always looked

away after when I

came by.


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audition – November 22


he was angry the

first time he

came with his

small son and

a big chip on his



an angry dad, mid

divorce, ticked at the

women who might

turn him away.


and his son got

a part, small but

in the play

and so did dad

grumping all the



until they got on

stage together

and the son

got on stage again

in a bigger part

and dad’s anger

whist away in the

wonder and pride


of how he’d helped

his son.


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