trumpcare 101 – July 21

7.21.2017 [trumpcare 101]

it’s not really insurance,
the lady tells him
you pay us $164 now
and we can see your son

then we’ll give you a
receipt that you file
with that company
for reimbursement.

is there someplace else
the man asks,
before they

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brown bounding bomber – July 10

7.10.2017 [brown bounding bomber]

twin ears filing towards
the sky, brown bomber
of my garden, muncher
of dandelion greens,
stay away from my

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a room that hints – July 3


Jesus you are a mystery

to me, entering and

exiting through magic

walls while I watch

from a room that hints

without revealing.


Stop and talk with me

Jesus, that I might

see your face directly

and unafraid.


excuse me Lord

I did not understand.

for now, through a

glass darkly

will be just fine.


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July 2 – soul waiting

7.2.2017 [soul waiting]

squirrels, bullfrogs, an
owl drops by, savoring
the detritus of deep
suburban life

and quiet. more quiet
than we are used to
with the sound turned
off and the phone out of

brother elswyn sat
for hours considering,
opening, breathing in
his being alive and
a soul.

I can hear the water
lapping nearby, and
chirrup chirrips,
a fluttered peck
as something
moves in for seed.

perhaps I am a soul
too. needing to
sit and let see.

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longest day – June 21

6.21.2017 [longest day]

longest day of the year
so early that the cat
stomps across our
stomachs mewing
time for feeding me

but we see it as the step
back towards

the days get shorter
from here.

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wrinkly butts – June 20

6.20.2017 [wrinkly butts]

we all have wrinkled butts now
sags, lines, cleavages
where we lost weight
after our skin tone
stopped bouncing back

a sign of grace though,
that when our butts
were fat and bulgy
we paid attention
and cared for our

so I’ll take it to the
bank, wrinkly butt
and all.

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in abstensia – June 18

6.18.2017 [in abstensia]

I didn’t listen to my
dad, angry ashamed
I wanted nothing to
do with him
even at the end

with years the distance
lessens now
aware that maybe
he didn’t know how
nor did I

and maybe just maybe
he was part of why I
changed. and my grown
children talk with me.

thank you dad
in abstensia.


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