Monthly Archives: January 2014

the men that walk in – January 30

1.30 the men that walk in are the same age as me or younger   we wear the same jeans, blue slightly worn. our tan winter jackets and pullover caps match.   and I hand them a bag lunch or … Continue reading

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family crockery – January 29

  1.29.2014 family crockery out of boxes, chipped rose-patterned tea pot, crystal sherbet glass caked with dust of the years, ceramic beer stein with company logo for service well done, china from england, silver tarnished to dark fantasy duskiness.   … Continue reading

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younger eyes – January 27

poem 1.27 younger eyes look for older answers. away from the distractions of   blare and flare, glare that impairs.   younger hearts resonate to ancient callings that touch truths   that endure, ensure, mature.   younger minds know deceit … Continue reading

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the hem of his garment – January 26

1.26 In my mind’s eye I see the hem of a garment that flows up out of my sight to a large man seated upon a throne.   It is such a childish image, that I know is not real. … Continue reading

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oats and berries – January 25

1.25.2014 oats, maple syrup, nuts. granola grows on me, tasty health food under the guise.   nuts and twigs and berries like our ancestors gathered.   perhaps they knew something. or it was just easier   than inventing the microwave. … Continue reading

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razor blade winds – January 24

1.24 frigid. wind like razor blades on skin. what am I doing out here. when will I know to step inside.   cold of the world numbs long before we understand that braving it out is only a fool’s game. … Continue reading

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conversation – January 23

1.23.3014 why did you have to make the world so hard, why do the birds have to shiver in the branches, huddled and diving in for seeds at the feeder while i sit inside admiring their colors   did you … Continue reading

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