Category Archives: poetry

frigid – 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 a fool’s game.   … Continue reading

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The Last Policeman – January 23

1.23.2015 the end of the world is when you do what you have always done   if you are doing what you believe in. ————–

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the game – January 22

1.22.2015 half-way through I realized that it wasn’t about me   that the outcome had nothing to do   with whether I cheered or didn’t, anguished or didn’t.   grown men played a game that I cared about   but … Continue reading

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she knows – January 21

1.21.2015 sitting with the cat she knows.   the vet is next. —————–

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ML King parade, Boston 1965 – January 20

[1.20] I walked beside the closed car to put my body between   threats and life for the one inside.   a symbol, a voice a presence, that spoke of dreams.   and I was young so I walked beside … Continue reading

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paper thin – January 19

1.19.2015 paper skin, paper thoughts, paper feelings.   thin. ———————-

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faith takes us – January 17

1.17.2015 faith takes us to places we didn’t expect   and leaves us open to more than we hoped.   saying goodbye will only be a step   on the road to meeting again. ————- when our bodies fail it … Continue reading

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fuzzy thoughts – January 16

1.16 Fuzzy thoughts are what comes when the drugs kick in.   Or maybe we’re just getting older. ———–

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my turn – January 15

1.15.2015 let’s go around the circle, what do you love.   the dog, my friends, a light schedule walking in the rain, my day off.   Lindsay, I said. —————–  

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BIshop Heather Cook, 2014 – January 13

1.13.2015 it’s not my fault it’s not my fault the bishop asserts it’s not his fault   but whose is it then.   not mine say those who elected not mine say the agendas that selected not mine say the … Continue reading

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