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anarchist nights

6.5.2020        [anarchist nights] a young platinum haired boy in shorts stands facing a wall of hazy confused newspaper panels they appear like smoke before him as he raises his imaginary toy ramming device to knock them down. it’s all … Continue reading

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why did you take my daddy – August 8

8.6.2017 [why did you take my daddy] why did you take my daddy away. at age two he could now talk and ask. six months earlier I had to tell him and his family that dad would never be coming … Continue reading

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Vernesta – February 24

2.24.2017 [Vernesta] Vernesta smiled at us, the other seventh graders who came to play.   small, slight of build, but wary of gaze, she knew something   that the rest of us didn’t as we said come out and play … Continue reading

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rear-ender – January 5

1.5.2107 The car hits. shock to the systems   what am I feeling where did my brain go. fuzzy vistas.   a result or just more of the usual at my age.   when we have alzheimers, how the heck … Continue reading

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believer – January 24

1.24.2016 I believe in science — it is not enough I believe in the human story — it is not enough I believe in the leadings of my heart — it is not enough   cold and harsh hot and … Continue reading

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when the bus hits you – January 6

1.6.2015 What do you have to bring to the table when the bus hits you   or the wind drops or the bough breaks of the sails ebb   what sustains you when the rest is gone. ————–

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rose sided tea pot – February 7

2.7.2014 rose sided tea pot chipped top edge family heirloom like the rest of us   useful but used. —————-

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but not dire – November 16

11.16 sore, stiff, damaged but not dire.   natural degeneration the doctor said.   easy enough for him I say.   yet the distance of pain from damage   is a step I can take and make, gladly. ——————-

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Wasioja Seminary ruins – June 10

6.10 Limestone walls hanging from the soil eighty souls went off to fight for eyes to see the glory of the Lord, and only twenty came home. The town died.   Boys we are entered in a great battle for … Continue reading

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damaged hearts, boston marathon madness – April 20

4.20 wondering at the hurt that can move a heart to such recrimination   recrim, re crime, re criming. re-cre-hating, the damage done to a soul. ——————

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