monday morning haiku
awash in perfect snowflakes
they rode together
enjoying the adventure
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I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
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to the east
To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep
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If Mr. Crouch can get an audience member to believe he had his arm raised the during an entire performance when he hadn’t once raised it, what can we convince ourselves?
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going all the way
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation…
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the tangled questions
When I probe into the tangled questions in my heart and examine the underbelly of it all, I feel like I cannot bear to look anymore. I feel like I cannot breathe. Then a friend comes a long and tells me how brave I am and how much I inspire her or how much she…
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space for my tears
I hurt my finger on Friday morning. Badly. At the time, I was rushing to get my kids to school because my older daughter slept through her alarm and needed a ride. My roommate asked if I was okay. I told her yes but in actuality, I was in tremendous pain, the kind of pain…
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