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.
send me home before I
forget why I came. take
me back inside.
please.
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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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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 it was their game
and I am just a
watcher.
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1.21.2015
sitting with the cat
she knows.
the vet is
next.
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[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
the car to keep bullets
away.
which worked
for awhile.
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1.19.2015
paper skin, paper
thoughts, paper
feelings.
thin.
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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.
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when our bodies
fail it will only be
mortality
frailty built in
the eyes and hearts
of our connection
enduring.
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1.16
Fuzzy thoughts are
what comes when
the drugs kick in.
Or maybe
we’re just
getting older.
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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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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 bottlers
who gave out
the bottles
not mine say
the hosts who
knew she was
potted.
not mine say we
all, when the day
comes undone.
but who then, says
Jesus,
the crucified
one.
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