Tag Archives: endurance

procedure – December 20

12.20.2016 it’ll hurt like hell. thanks doctor I reply.   only five seconds but it’ll hurt.   so I say go ahead and grit   and while I wait for it to get worse it’s over. ——————

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slow open – March 7

3.7.2016 dark corner grey morning   slow open from bad dreams.   coffee hopes flail weakly   time will just have to   suffice. —————–

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wear and tear – June 1

6.1.2014 forty years ago on a rain slicked night a car in front turned sideways at fifty miles per hour   and five years later the back gave out, like the twisted metal of the driver’s seat, on a drive … Continue reading

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Lent Prayer 20 – March 24

Lent Prayer 20 suffering builds endurance, which builds character, which builds hope at least that is the hope and not just that we will suffer alone without meaning. your son is the living voice of that hope in his suffering … Continue reading

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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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Raleigh Sprite 27 – July 29

7.29 rubbed green beauty of steel and wheels, gears and rubber, british, upright, noble, elderly solid friend of forty plus years.   we started out together almost, riding parish routes on miles of tree lined pavements through five slippery gears. … Continue reading

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lines around eyes – June 1

6.1 lines around eyes gather, pucker, send messages of age   while the belly grows as if on its own with no restraint   until we shrug them off and live. ———————–

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it all aches – May 21

5.21 It all aches. every step on the evening walk around the block.   thighs, back, neck, ankles. have I missed any parts. at least I have parts.   the way of woundedness, being better to move than to mould. … Continue reading

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