Tag Archives: grace

the floor creaks – July 16

7.16.2018 the floor creaks when he moves on it, yoga windshield-wipers turning knees to right, arms to left.   houses, bodies, all reveal the stressed turnings that time steals.   he should notice, his friends say, the tread that is … Continue reading

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root forgiveness – June 14

6.14.2018 I asked the root family for forgiveness this morning, the one’s that I dove deep into, trailing every last noodle to their safe places beneath rocks and ripping them out from probably years of spreading. My back went out … Continue reading

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this year’s crop – May 23

5.23.2018 kholrabi, romaine, romas and peppers, zucchini and cucumbers all for to share.   for wonder and pleasure, of course for some eating, as much for the joy of abundance that’s there   some things feel joyous just so for … Continue reading

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concerted concert – October 15

10.15.17 [concerted concert] wrinkling faces alive in song, not professional but intent to make music out of simple gift within. housewife, grandma, bookkeeper, teacher nothing pure; just holy. ====================

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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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wrinkly butts – June 20

6.20.2017 [wrinkly butts] we all have wrinkled butts now sags, lines, cleavages where we lost weight after our skin tone stopped bouncing back a sign of grace though, that when our butts were fat and bulgy we paid attention and … Continue reading

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his chair gets up – April 20

4.20.2017 his chairs gets up by itself   a button moves him into position   to rise, step, move out for bodily functions.   and yet his voice is clear   his eye sharp his listening full and present,   … Continue reading

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