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Dec.30.2013
December 30     Einstein’s Apple   Time is a player in every play, forever running forward even as I try to claw my way into the past.  If I don’t provide a role, time writes itself in without regard for my intended plotline.  Like the weather, time is by turns gentle and...
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Dec.26.2013
December 26     A Thousand Windowed House   I am like a house with a thousand windows. When I am lit up inside you can see all the way through; when I go dark the reflection of the world around me is all that is visible when you look my way.  My sprawling mind is what creates...
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Nov.23.2013
November 23     Triumph   G-d and I are experience junkies; part of why I am here is so G-d can take me for a ride, but also for the treat of G-d tucking into the sidecar and letting me take us out for a spin.  I am G-d’s audience and G-d is mine; though we are not peers we are...
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Aug.23.2013
August 23   Carrion     The trouble with not burying my dead issues is that in very short order they begin to smell and not, too long after that they start to attract vultures.  Alternately when I am able to drain all the juice out of these botherations and they become freeze-...
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Mar.03.2013
  March 3     The Horse of a Different Stripe       When I arrived at the horse and pony show, I saw all there was to see; there were Morgans, Walkers, and Paints.  Yet I couldn’t help, but return to this particular zebra, the spark of my imagination, the...
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Dec.26.2012
  December 26   HEART HANDED       I pick up the pen in my heart hand and the blood of my soul pours onto the page.  The words coalesce and clot into the binding phrases, sealed deals with my spirit's punctuation.  Some days it is hard for my mind to keep up; the...
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Dec.09.2012
  December 9   CLIMBING ON THE ARC     If time swings and the seasons swirl and I pulse out my existence, why does the bird's wing flap and the rain fall down?  If the song comes from my mother’s lips and my father tells his tales and I dance my heritage with each step I...
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Oct.14.2012
  October 14   MY MOON     I anticipate the crowning of your face as you birth the sky.  Your rhythmic visitation sates me.  The gravity of my need keeps you close.  The tide of my heart pulls you from shore to shore.  We live in the sweet ecstasy of tethered...
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Aug.30.2012
  August 30   THE CALL   Within the sound of your voice I sing In the beat of your heart I heal I feel in your touch And dance when your toe starts to tap I see myself in your beauty I warm inside your embrace Your thoughts are my inspiration Your lungs breathe me in and blow me out...
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Mar.30.2012
“Touch me in the morning.”  Remember that song?  It was a big hit for Diana Ross in 1973.  Touching seems like such a simple human expression, one that should be an important part of our daily life. Yet, it appears that more and more it is becoming lost. When we are very young, our...