Monthly Archives: June 2015

flying man – June 27

6.27.2015        [flying man] he flies in out of the hot sky, stomping down onto the play field   look mommy look it’s a flying man   or a frying man if he hits the electric wires   the luggage on … Continue reading

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when a friend is in trouble – June 26

6.26.2015 when a friend is in trouble, someone should call… not just send a check.   Lord you placed us here to be your face your voice your comfort your person your presence for each other   help us to … Continue reading

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northern lights – June 23

6.23.2015 northern lights didn’t appear tonight.   maybe they’re hiding or hanging back   the blues and greens slashing pinks and flares   hiding their flamenco skirts   so that I won’t be scandalized. ——————–

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my children write poems – June 21

6.21.2015 Father’s Day 2015 my children write poems about me, put parts of me into their plays, move next door, make dinner, call on the phone, ask for advice.   it all brings a choke to my throat.   of love. … Continue reading

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he’s washing the dishes – June 20

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, hurting. … Continue reading

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love and mercy – June 18

6.18.2015 [love and mercy] gifts can be burdens driving away into isolation those who bare them   yet the openness to what is present can also feel the hand of grace when it appears.   that is our faith and … Continue reading

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sons around the table – June 17

6.17.2015 sons around the table, having a beer on the back deck, staking out steaks around the grill, chatting up dad as if it were every day.   if only it were. ——————-

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