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September 12, 2014eight years gone, my son you seem so young and I feel so old the pain is no longer acute […] [continue…]
Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.
eight years gone, my son you seem so young and I feel so old the pain is no longer acute […] [continue…]
I am the haiku a NaPoWriMo refuge once a noble art
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I am the mom who wheels her son in his custom chair up the hill to the playground I […] [continue…]
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for years, I have looked up to wonder how high that mighty oak stretched daydreamed about climbing to its top […] [continue…]
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One of my habits at church is to write flash-poetry for the closing benediction, attempting to incorporate the ideas expressed […] [continue…]
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This morning’s worship gathering centered on the Lectionary readings for today, and included a time for folks to write midrash […] [continue…]
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it’s the same air same field same coach same kid but something is different sitting out the second quarter, she […] [continue…]
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standing here, and now overlooking a playground filled with our seven children (one on ahead, one on the way) pulled […] [continue…]
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the kind manager at the auto shop did me a solid tossed me the keys to the shop shuttle so […] [continue…]
the loud lady leaves the restaurant far too soon missing the quiet that fills her wake people speaking with restraint […] [continue…]
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…as I take the plunge of another NaPoWriMo challenge of writing a poem every day for the next month. 1. […] [continue…]
I’m gradually learning that it’s not an unusual story: a writer yearning to be published admits their dream in front […] [continue…]
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