Tag Archives: poverty

no extensions necessary – September 22

9.22.2016 a baby’s cry down the hall young child face with cap looking up from the bag lunch table next to mom.   grace, hope, forgiveness, failure, care it’s all right here.   no extensions necessary. ————————— Advertisements

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kenya grace – December 7

12.7.2014 do you know how blessed you are the girl said? to have chocolate to drink?   when I had my baby I had gruel and it was all my family could give.   and then she cried, for the … Continue reading

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It’s so cold – November 19

11.19.2014 It’s so cold Hands itch to stop The burn.   Lord where are you Lord send someone to save my life   One of those hands Teresa said were Christ’s   The only one’s He has To make a … Continue reading

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bag lunch lady – September 4

9.4.2014 in a rain slickered coat she asks for four lunches each time, carefully weeding out the apple sauce and sweet potato chips   asserting to the world and to herself that beggars can indeed be choosers. —————–

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first-world problem – August 27

8.27.2014 worst dinner out terrible service in an expensive setting. slow, graceless uncomfortable and uncaring   but a first-world problem. while people starve who would wait half a day for even a nibble   chalk it up. —————————-  

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meat and cheese, PB&J – July 31

7.31.2014 meat and cheese, PB and J menu of the morning for some, of all day   how did we let it get so far away our hearts all hidden what did they say   about lives gone unwanted for … Continue reading

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the men that walk in – January 30

1.30 the men that walk in are the same age as me or younger   we wear the same jeans, blue slightly worn. our tan winter jackets and pullover caps match.   and I hand them a bag lunch or … Continue reading

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