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Author Archives: landl30
survivor guilt – February 26
2.26.2018 in wartime guns rattle, ied’s level the guys next to you, and some come home in pieces, while others in only guises and varieties of a whole. why me, why not me why them, and I’m still here … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, aging, complexity, conundrums, death, faith, fear, guilt, hope, life, mortality, questions, regrets, remorse, self-awareness, survival
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at some moment – February 20
2.20.2018 Mortality is a tricky beast. At some moment I will feel a catch, a stop, an instant, and my eyes will blink or close, my mind stop registering, to not open again. I may hear briefly the ones … Continue reading
Hi Friends, Sabbatical – January 19
Hi friends, I’ve been on a bit of a posting-sabbatical. Still writing, but working more on editing and putting material together for some possible chapbooks, as well as working on some longer pieces. I still read and appreciate many of … Continue reading
nightmares come – November 3
11.3.2017 nightmares come of fears and terrors places, faces that know no mercy that smile at evil and play no face to honor fears of a world not open to the One such that waking is to … Continue reading
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Tagged confrontation, dream life, fears, mercy, nightmares, Prayer, soul work, souls
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halloweenies – October 31
10.31.2017 little tigers, dinosaurses, ballerinas, and princes of yore; butterflies and dragon feelers spidermen and turtle lords; batmen, batgirls, spidermen and wonder women but barely a goblin or a devil galore. perhaps they’ve learned the mighty lesson the … Continue reading
late in the day – October 20
10.20.2017 [late in the day] late into the day aches neck, shoulders heart. ============
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Tagged bodies, losses, loves, mortality, physicality, regrets, remembrances, souls
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concerted concert – October 15
10.15.17 [concerted concert] wrinkling faces alive in song, not professional but intent to make music out of simple gift within. housewife, grandma, bookkeeper, teacher nothing pure; just holy. ====================
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Tagged church, community, grace, music, simple joys, simplicity, song, un self consciousness, unabashed
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the garage door froze – October 12
10.12.2017 [the garage door froze] the garage door froze and I had to stay home. joy. noplace having to go no meetings having to attend just things left undone around the house that have been waiting, haunting that a good … Continue reading
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Tagged accomplishment, burdens, escape, freedom, happiness, hassle, joy, repair, respite, satisfaction
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a godly conversation – October 8
[a godly conversation] I cannot speak to you as I would or rather could should my mouth is wood when I open it to say my heart and roots drop out of things that never quite touch what it was … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, connection, conversation, faith, God, hope, limitation, openness, Prayer, reach
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Hoppy come home – September 20, 2017
Hop-Along-Cassidy smiled his hard smile, eyes like diamonds, so deadly and cool. Hold it or else, were the words left unspoken no need to utter the message was clear. Where has it gone now that either-or clearness the … Continue reading
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Tagged call, heroes, Hopalong Cassidy, invocation, quest, remembrance, yearning
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