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Monthly Archives: April 2016
God duty – April 7
4.7.2016 Why did you take my daddy away, he asked me I didn’t, I told him but with my God collar on I was the one who had to tell him that his daddy was gone after … Continue reading
silhouettes – March 5
4.5.2016 the black cat hangs on our wall looping down at doorways edge to catch the mice that never arrive and bat the head of the dog not beneath.
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red kettle – April 4
4.4.16 red kettle, red kettle whistle us home tea leaves and chamomile set on to drone keen us and calm us and keep our throats clean with mother and dainties all loverly steam. ———————-
thomas – April 3
4.3.2016 Thomas got to see it all right up close the holes in the hands the torn flesh. But he also got to touch the new body the What the Heck is That which is what … Continue reading
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Tagged belief, Christ, Easter, faith. presence, miracle, new body, physical reality, resurrection, risen, Thomas
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night quiet – April 2
4.2.2016 ringing ears or is it whistle electric screening white, green noise with its own colors and the dog walks in only to lie down before the whistling touches him the beep beep coffee’s ready signal that rice bag is … Continue reading
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Tagged meditation, noise, observation, passiveness, patience, white noise
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