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Monthly Archives: June 2013
he’s washing the dishes – June 16
6.16 he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head. I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, changes, cultures, dad, Dishwashing, family, father, Father's Day, For Wilbur, growth, love, mom
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cottonwood fairy dust – June 15
6.15 cottonwood fairy dust drifts in the air, seeds popping exuberance onto porches, streams burgeoning in the late day sun. children with noses pressed upon life’s candy store window suddenly noticing the open door. ——————
bon apetit – June 14
6.14 A late night pizza is so satisfying greens, reds, light golds, white cheeses, with olive oil dripping. The olive oil makes it all healthy I am sure. That and the glass of red vino that beckons and softens. … Continue reading
done – June 13
6.13 Sitting at the granite kitchen slab years in the planning and now here we sit only a step from finished. Like final exams and everything would be wonderful when done. Except life was flat. Empty. Just tiredness. … Continue reading
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Tagged adjusting, completion, emptiness, ennui, Final examination, home, projects, promised land, redemption, relationships, sadness
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pique packs its punch- June 12
6.12 pique packs its punch but only for the peeker who dreams that his matter must be the only matter that matters. ———————–
when trees fall- June 11
6.11 when trees fall is there screaming when grass dies is there moaning or are we the only ones to complain ——————
Wasioja Seminary ruins – June 10
6.10 Limestone walls hanging from the soil eighty souls went off to fight for eyes to see the glory of the Lord, and only twenty came home. The town died. Boys we are entered in a great battle for … Continue reading
the longer I’m here – June 9
6.9 I ran into an old friend today eyes declining, hair sparse we talked and reminisced about times that felt like yesterday and then compared notes about ailments and meds steps taken and not, creaks and misses of yearning … Continue reading
pink hair grad party – June 8
6.8 Pink hair. Black shimmy dress with waist holes slashed out. How can I be more obtrusive and say that I am more unique amongst the beautiful people? Being young is such a burden. Maybe I shall take Zen … Continue reading
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Tagged adolesence, anger, anxiety, graduation, Hair coloring, lonliness, pain, pouting, teen angst
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gardening – June 6
6.6 have dominion over the earth plant it, till, cultivate, collaborate with God in it, with whatever is present. enclose a bit of ground, form flowers, greens, stones, into patterns of pleasure, connect to the magic. enjoy the … Continue reading
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Tagged collaboration, creationg, Earth, Eden, Flower, gardening, God, Magic, play, vegetables
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