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Deliver me from the hopelessness of uncertainty; from the outcry of fear against my weary soul.Deliver me from the grasping of wind; from the vain running after of rain.It falls and I grasp, but find it slipping, slipping, slipping. Deliver me from quick anger, hardened envy and wild bitterness that grows little nettles and thorns,Continue reading “Goldfinches & Glory”

She listens. Quietly, carefully. O Mio Babbino Caro plays softly; the deep, melodic notes carry a strength of soul that touches her heart and her head and whispers quietly, carry on, friend, carry on. Outside it rains. Hundreds of miles away, fires crackle and smoke rises higher and higher above what was once green forestContinue reading “A King & A Serpent”

I had three months with her. Not just once-a-month worth of three months, but once-a-week’s worth of three months. I watched her live and I watched her die. I watched her sitting up on her little couch, watching tv and talking with me and I watched her laying down, breathing heavy and hard, eyes closedContinue reading “What a life. What a lady.”

There are days that feel like years and moments that feel like whispers of time.  There are weeks that seem to wade out into oblivion and seconds that fly by with the speed of sound.  There are moments that I feel more and more like the weakest of John Bunyan’s characters who jumped at theContinue reading “Even so, It is Well”

I am in between the places of unknown and unchartedthe wild, wilderness land where the wind calls loudly the place where jackals run and the morning sun rises high and heavy to my right is the great and open desertto my left is the saltwater ocean and there is no middle groundat night the desert ghosts slideContinue reading “The In-Between Place”

I am on page 99 of 216 of the little, rough-edged book with the purple words, white roses and a butterfly on the front.  The minute I picked it up and started reading, I thought I had found a kindred spirit, and yet, 2 months later, the poor kindred spirit still likes largely untouched beneathContinue reading “Pies & Placemaking”

It’s another day of pulling up Google Maps and calculating 29 minutes to Grandma’s little apartment, buzzing the intercom and creeping upstairs, finding the key and tiptoeing inside to the grayish apartment building, just before the sun finds the cracks in the shades and golden light comes peaking in.   She has so much to praiseContinue reading “Praise & Broken Bones”

oh hello, words on a page.  hello, white screen and black keys and blank, lifeless thoughts.  I feel as though someone stuck a tube into my brain and sucked out all of the words and deep thoughts and contemplative reasonings that give way to profound words and poetic phrases.  Lately, it’s been nothing. I haveContinue reading “dear diary – not forsaken”

when I think of old poets, I think of shriveled men with wispy gray hair trailing in long tentacles down their faces; their beards long and disheveled.  A glass of cold rum sits on their desk; their teeth stained with it, their breath smelling of it.  They wear old spectacles and bite on the endsContinue reading “dear diary – old poets”

I have been writing elsewhere for several months, thus, the lapse in a continual flow of words.  That’s ok.  I have learned a lot, but I’m coming back home in a way.  I like the simple, unhurried, uncluttered look of this blog, so I have decided to reroute, re-do and return to my roots (likeContinue reading “dear diary – tried and true”