5.29.2014
microcosm, microcosm
in each place
the biggest aims of
time and space
of good and evil
soul and grace.
we travel far to
come back ‘round
to find ourselves
the hallowed ground.
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5.29.2014
microcosm, microcosm
in each place
the biggest aims of
time and space
of good and evil
soul and grace.
we travel far to
come back ‘round
to find ourselves
the hallowed ground.
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5.28.2014
chirping neighbors fill
the night with sound
searching for mates
food, friends, foes
singing their song of
existence.
we are here.
we are here.
searching neighbors
sing a song of worry
scared, anxious,
afraid, insecure
am I here, am I heard
am I here, am I heard.
days to come will sing
of no hurry.
the time will be done.
and we will have been
and been heard.
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5.26.2014
family struggles with
change, tradition,
values and fear
will we step too far,
will we reach enough
will we throw out the
baby
will we lose our souls
family struggles
of hearts bound
to one another
by integrity, grace,
birth,
and care.
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2.25.2014
the garden emerges
wood chips providing
the backdrop-ground
setting nature into
native land to till
and bring forth
something biblically
simple, a collaboration.
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5.24.2014
pains filled the day
paying for not paying
attention
to the sounds of the
body, the creaks
and pausing
of muscles, bone,
tissue as if they
did not matter.
the body has its own
way of saying
hey there
and today was
two of them.
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5.22.2014
I sit in the store looking
at glasses, at windows
to faces, to eyes, to
too.
framing, disguising,
revealing, accenting,
to face time, to soul
heart, to time spent
to too.
brown ones, and black
ones and side swiping
wire ones, purple mince
pie ones that say look
at me.
the framing and finding,
the making subliming
the glasses sound
horns now, come
come home to me.
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5.20.2014
young writers try
their stuff. short
quirky
when did I stop
being that
one
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5.18.2014
the ache goes on
running through my
hip and thigh
a message of limit
rated capacity, average
run speed, mechanical
aspiration over a life
wearing.
in the mirror I see
it. but not from my
heart looking out.
that view is ever
young.
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5.16.2014
clean sheets, comfy
cool sheets. stretch out
and lift my soul in an ooh
aah moment.
clean sheets, telling
stories sheets.letting
me down easy from
where I landed.
clean sheets
of paper
that let my
pencil swirl
in arcs of
presence.
clean sheets, empty
waiting to be filled
like a new day, end
day, mid day
just waiting
for me.
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5.15.2014
clerical collars, signs
of more. more than
oneself, more than
just us. more.
clerical collars, gatherers.
of opinion, of grief, of
accolades and commentary.
of more than oneself. more
than one
self.
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