Tag Archives: ancestors

voices in a chapel – April 2

Posted on April 3, 2015 by landl30

4.2.2015 voices in a chapel not private nor hushed. women speaking of ancestors neither private nor hushed. ———————

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Lent Prayer 34 quiet. night. silence moving about while our minds weave in and out, dreaming our ways into tastes of something we cannot express. you come to us in dreams. of wheat stalks, of angels and ladders … Continue reading →

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Lent Prayer 27 – March 31

Posted on March 31, 2014 by landl30

Lent Prayer 27 our families open us to joy, sorrow, pain and laughter like Mary and Joseph Abraham and Sarah we try to make a way following your star ———————–

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grandma’s cooking – September 2

Posted on September 3, 2013 by landl30

9.2 In a kitchen filled with smells she was a large woman, foursquare jaw surrounding a blocky plain beautiful face that had strength in it beyond years. the paring knife operated ever so deftly in her large rough hands peeling … Continue reading →

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devolution – July 1

Posted on July 1, 2013 by landl30

7.1 Crog like cave. Cave keep Crog warm cave keep water and wind off Crog when cold, and cool when hot. Cave let Crog save meat, keep woman ward off animal. Feel safe. And so I sit in my … Continue reading →

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in the coulee – April 2

Posted on April 2, 2013 by landl30

4.2 Train line end, four miles past. Mud road flat, so flat forever, wind blowing hard like damnation coming across plains rather than welcome. But it was to be home. Work the land five year, and it is yours. … Continue reading →

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