March 2012
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first light of day bright silence rules sun, fresh coffee illuminate fleeting, holy solemnity First steaming mug is communion, a shared indulgence professing to dog; Rat-terrier, canine father-confessor What can I say? We’re Protestants Read more
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The faith of middle age bears little resemblance to the spirituality of youth what passed for insight at twenty was a liturgical hedonism of belief The faith of my middle years is more tangible, palpable, believable, less explainable but far more credible to anyone bothering to pay attention. Read more
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She is reclining, reading on bed or couch; on her side, jean-clad legs in fetal curl, head propped up on cocked, sensual elbow, other hand holding the book her eyes flitting through her fiction sometimes she is on her back, nestled in pillows, engrossed, both hands grasping stomach-resting book bare feet crossed at the ankles… Read more
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Like a shadow you know is there but disappears when you turn to confront it it’s there, but he’s not Following discreetly, benignly nourish part of the atmosphere minus the trench coat Sometimes light diffuses instead of illuminates My father’s memory, legacy, aura follows me no, I am not paranoid just aware of the oddly… Read more