Monthly Archives: April 2017

High Sierra Hwy 89 – April 29

4.26.2017 the road drops a thousand feet on either side.   no matter.   after the first hundred the rest won’t matter. ———————— Advertisements

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prayer – April 24

————— 4.24.2017 face on the pillow cheeks marked by the oxygen line.   her eyes are down barely open and it scares the hell out of me   what happened to the little girl, precious diamond child, at age forty … Continue reading

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his chair gets up – April 20

4.20.2017 his chairs gets up by itself   a button moves him into position   to rise, step, move out for bodily functions.   and yet his voice is clear   his eye sharp his listening full and present,   … Continue reading

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easter dinner – April 16

4.16.2017 the family feast gone, more food than possible because each brought, made provided more than asked   and consumed, ate, took, less than expected.   but the conversation said hello, and little voices played around the table feet and … Continue reading

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Good Friday – inexcusables – April 14

 robbery, rape, murder treason, theft, cruelty   mean kids bullying the weak, strong kids pushing their weight   a mother beating a vulnerable child, a father violating their innocence   when we are at our most despicable, totally inexcusable   … Continue reading

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our father – April 12

4.12.2017 I held his hand and we said the our father   the strength of his grip defying the frailty   holding on tight to claim the faith   that joins us as he awaits an end. ———————–

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first steps of spring – April 11

4.11.2107 we walk the green grass path now edged by the final snow of spring, tinkling faerie bells tuning up as ice drops from branches plink plunk into the stream, and birds chip chireeep into the new sun, snaring their … Continue reading

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