Shapes Do Not Exist Without Shadows
I. The wind and trees are writing ballads for Sunday’s disquietude. I think of Cat Stevens
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St. Paul
Paul walked through the neighborhood of small, wood frame houses in the early morning light.
Reaching For Mother
Laura sits on the back porch steps, waiting in the dark after dinner
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A Seuss of a Tale on Christmas Night
‘Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp Christmas Day
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Beneath The Skin
back down the road re-trodden meeting that phantom thinly transparent stripped of substance bone with sinews
I See My Mother’s Hands
How lovely, to look at my 8-year-old daughter’s hands, at her long, slender fingers and half-painted
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In Honor of Eli
The overcast skies teased me and I wondered when it would finally rain. Even with the