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April 6, 2016the day ends like most others lunches packed dishes washed drying on a clean counter eulogy for the day done […] [continue…]
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Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.
the day ends like most others lunches packed dishes washed drying on a clean counter eulogy for the day done […] [continue…]
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he can feel her brain working from across the room because it is largely the same model anxiety displaced by […] [continue…]
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middle children always share all of the conversational space one-on-one is a rare gift this episode begins with a confession: […] [continue…]
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he knew it wasn’t actually the body of Christ (since the ingredients were plain enough: flour, water, and salt) but […] [continue…]
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fresh notebook favorite pen waning hope mixed with weary prayer that thirty days of poems will loose the thing that […] [continue…]
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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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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…]
your wife sold me your toolbox aged Craftsman three-drawer classic perfectly dented and rusty heavy with assorted tools she […] [continue…]
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