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More 99-Year-Old Stories
I always enjoy visiting my neighbor, who is 99 years old. He is still as sharp as a tack. I learn so much, he is like a walking history book. His memory is so sharp and keen. I often can't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, but he remembers dates, details, and...
Sonnets of Faith (Book Review)
Sonnets... and the Bible? I was intrigued and agreed to write a review for Sonnets of Faith, by Dona Wilding Haws, illustrated by Dan Burr, published by Ambassador International. A sonnet is a type of poetry with a set pattern of a rhyming scheme, syllabic emphasis,...
Lanterns {a poem for Memorial Day}
Lanterns They sleep peacefully here, hiding silvery secrets under thick, worn skin A whisper emerges from shadows, among rows of granite Quivering souls— now stilled The spirit of outstretched hands shakes in all seasons I feel the grip of hope, salute the...
Corrosion
Corrosion She’ll lure you, entice with promises of wealth, and no want. She feigns plenteousness while stealing a breath each day; her veins, jaundiced. Will you follow her to the ends of the earth— seek Shiny Dawn, though each morning reveals a...
May and Spring Poetry
"For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and...
Artist Date: Museum Visit
Julia Cameron, in her book The Artist's Way, advocates taking a weekly "artist date". What is an artist date? She explains: "The Artist Date is a once-weekly, festive, solo expedition to explore something that interests you. The Artist Date need not be overtly...
A Mother’s Day Poem
I wrote this poem in 2011, but haven't posted it since 2012, and felt it was time to share again: The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms, heart-...
Holding it Together
He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. ~ Colossians 1:17 Words fall heavy. We use words to communicate with one another, whether it be a close friend or a stranger, whether it be through book, blog post, e-mail, or social media....
I Go Among Trees (by Wendell Berry)
I Go Among Trees by Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it...
“It just so happens….”
My son and I were en route to Cincinnati one day last week when the tire pressure light on the dashboard turned on. I “just happened” to be about a ½ mile from an exit, and I “just happened” to spot one of those large auto/truck gas stations at the exit, which happen...
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