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passing laments on the highway of the blessed

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lamentations and lust and sometimes we just fight making love for a moment and it doesn’t feel right these children a’ crying these dogs that don’t bark superstition and faith holding...

CONCRETE BOREDOM

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My heart beats change to a speed I can’t endure.There is only one cure;return to a rustic life with nature,free from this jungle lunacy...

Fisherman with a Beer

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fisherman with a beer smoking a cigarette listening to Nirvana scaring all the birds fisherman with a beer smoking a cigarette listening to Nirvana scaring all the birders fisherman with a beer smoking...

A New Horizon

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For Esther and Johnson Medidi at the dedication of the New Horizons Safehouse in Podu, India, and for the young women of New Horizons....

Death-Bridge Keeper’s OTHER Five Questions (THREE Questions!)

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To WHAT, from what, is time a bridge? Of WHO and WHAT is that bridge a carrier? To WHAT do the people and things the bridge carries across and back throw up a collective — and insurmountable — BarRRier??? Born...

Reflections on Baking

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Who knew the pecans float to the top ofthe pie? Who knew —When a knife comesclean it is done? While I recordthat the sun is making a...

When we howl

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When we howl, we howl as oneAgainst the breakersAgainst the silenceAgainst the bone When we howl, we’re calling to you,“Ahwooooooooo!”Saying, I see you, I hear...

Taking a Short-cut on a Dead-end

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You know... I’ve been dying, more than I’ve been living I’ve been making more than I’ve been giving You’re telling me I’ve been forgiven, what am I...

Pearl Street, 2020

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This was supposed to be the year that I returned,to the breathtaking views of the Rockies,to the aroma of fresh-ground coffee,to the fragrances of...

When Everything Falls Away

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This is the place of the dead. Smooth, square, polished stones stand in a meadow. There are names carved on these stones As if to say, “This...

A Lot

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There is a parking lot in Virginia where plastic Wal-Mart bags now blowTo find a fence post 4 miles out or a lone tree...

We are the Forgotten

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We are the forgotten The people no one will remember The ones people will forget Not exceptional just ordinary We are the majority We will be remembered as a...