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equally created peopleall across the landpursuing life, liberty, laughtershow upthat’s how it’s supposed to workneighbor beside neighborhelping each other tokeep the whole thing goingtrusting each other andeven when we don’trespecting the differenceswilling to put up with a few yearswhen my side doesn’t always get its way i’m still an american andso are youlet’s go haveContinue reading “election day”

in spring the juices flow’til summer fruits appearand grow into the fallwhen harvesters pick clearcelebrate! celebrate!until the dark and chill fulfillthe bedding down of winterand the turning of the year

today i met an older lady with a dazzling smileand lively, mischievous eyesshe was having a good day, not hearing so wellbut otherwise pleasant and enjoying our talkshe grew up in the hills down southwhere french names are pronounced as spelled(as with the “x” on st. croix)and where her family is buried in a churchContinue reading “from the hills down south”

when the belt on the mower broke the other dayi cursed as though god was out to get me— though god may have wanted me to invest in my healthgive me some time walking behind the push mowermake me stretch my legs and work my lungsgive me a closer view of this little plotfeel itsContinue reading “the mind of god”

In Tove Jansson’s Moominland Midwinter, Moomintroll accidentally wakes from hibernation too early. Accustomed to sleeping through winter, he is shocked to find the world shrouded in snow, his garden entirely unfamiliar. “All the world has died while I slept,” he thinks. “It isn’t made for Moomins.” Feeling terribly lonely, he goes to the bedroom andContinue reading “thanksgiving in a time of covid”

we live these dayswith swabs up our nosesmasks covering our facesalcohol dripping from handsthat hesitate to shake other handswe measure our distancingwe balk at embracingwe’re worried about breathingfor god’s sake and everyone’s an expertbut nobody knowswhat the hell is happeningor why or whenwhatever we think “normal” iswill someday reappearall i can say is thatevery morningContinue reading “apocalypse now?”

velma lay dyingreaching toward heavensmile in her eyeswith lovers surrounded as velma lay dyingelvis was watchingdown from his picturewaiting in heaven as velma lay dyinglewis, her husbandshyly would touch hershake his head sadly as velma lay dyingteresa, her daughtertold her it’s okaysomeday we’ll join you as velma lay dyingcurtains and knick-knackstwo chairs with afghansframed herContinue reading “velma lay dying”

a friend from my past who i saw at a reunionsomeone i used to laugh and play sports withgrimaced when i told him what i doa chaplain in hospice, i said, when he asked meand immediately he had no wordsjust this look of distaste so strikingyou’d think i’d spit in his drinkor told him iContinue reading “walk among the trees in fall”