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This Morning

Sitting in the morning sun, I watch and listen. The sighing of breeze through limb and leaf, Petals and leaves float like airborne boats,...

For Ricky

Fickle memory leaps like a shadow cat, Sprung from a closet into light and color of day, And there you were, suddenly and explicably,...

Seven

Wintry, iron-gray skies, indifferent backdrop to banks of dirty slush. low murals that tell the story of a thousand passing cars. One...

To Pastors

Dear conservative evangelical pastor, The reason I write is because I’ve listened to many of you in recent weeks, jumping online to decry...

Crocodile Tears

There used to be a myth that crocodiles shed tears As they devoured their prey. Today, across from me, Your eyes are streaming. You touch...

Mirror

I stood in the bathroom doorway to get a glimpse Of you pressing your lips together, freshly applied stain, Blood red. Gaze held,...

Pandemic Labyrinth

Arcs are proof of God’s existence. rainbow bent from earth to earth; small of back and nape of neck – pleasure’s arc; the encircled arms...

Prism - March 2, 2020

Sometimes time-travel is slow and plodding, Not like the movies, where they jump into the capsule/car/rocket-thing Just in the nick of...

Epiphany #1- Waiting

[əˈpifənē] NOUN the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi (Matthew 2:1–12). · the festival commemorating the...

Taking the Long Way

I have a cherished memory of my husband Todd. We were attending the wedding of one of his co-workers on the campus of a retirement...

Meditation on Van Gogh's shoes

Where did these shoes walk? Your shoes walked to the shanty homes of coalminers’ families. You shared the little you had in the name of...

Bring Back WWJD*

Churches would be better places If they often practiced traces Of the trusty WWJD Leaders would be less conditioned To stand on moveable...

Pilgrimage

Walking down carpeted halls, I hear the murmuring sound of various TV programs rising and falling. Past doors –some open and some...

Ravens Rise

Ravens Rise Two ravens rise from the canyon below Banking and reeling, Carried on cliff-baked thermals. I sit above them on my own warmed...

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