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Not Objects Exactly

December 5, 2016

Words are not objects exactly, but people perhaps. Children, reflections of me. Laugh, skip, sing, jump, joy pour word on word then mist through wild entwining rivers rushing and roaring through acres of time. Words are not objects exactly. Pluck words from the air twirl on a finger, arrange on a page. Hard fast hard hurl down change white to black then stretch to long …

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To Vote or Not to Vote

October 11, 2016

I have never voted in an election. Not because I don’t care about my country. I care very much. I love this country where I live. I love its beauty; love the broad sweep of its land, the diversity of its people, its ideals of freedom and democracy. My great grandparents of ten generations ago, Christian and Elizabeth Martin, emigrated here in 1732, in search …

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Cultivating Doggish Characteristics

June 20, 2016

Too often I am an in-house person: maybe sprawled flat into my desk chair, my head and shoulders smashed comfortably into its padding while I write or pray or read. The chair was given to me as a gift six years ago, and this is what it looks like now. Betcha I have flip flops from six years ago that look better than this. But …

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