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Post-Election Analysis, 2012
Do you live from fear?Do any of these statements sound familiar? "The nation is falling apart.""They are against us.""We have the answers–if only they would listen.""Protect yourself at all cost.""She's an idiot.""He's trying to rob us of our freedom… … Continue reading
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Autumn Song
This coming coolnessintroducesan edgeof uncertainty. Autumn(my favorite season)is a time of transition. Here in Denver, nights shift from cool to cold, trees from bold to barren, the patio from flowered and fragranced to emptied and wrapped, … Continue reading
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The Box
He built a small, glass cube,each side 8" x 8",and neatly sealed the edgeswith clear siliconecarefully squeezedfrom a white tube. So the top could serve as a lid,he searched onlineuntil he foundsimple, sterling-silver hingesand a matching sterling latchwith a sterling… Continue reading
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The River of Grief
The river of griefebbs and flows like the tide,unstable its banks,its floodplains wide. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Change
"Change is a'comin',"says the old man,leaning forward in his rockeron his age-warped porch. He looks to the sky,listens to the modulation in bird song,feels on his stubbled facethe shifting direction of the wind,tastes, smells things out of my reach,not even… Continue reading
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Power Outage
Day four without power. Thank God for firewoodand bottled water…even for Spam(don't bother about expiration dates)and final slices of breadspread with strawberry jam. Thank God for blanketsand that awful day-glow orange afghancrocheted by my mother decades ago,that goes with nothingand… Continue reading
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The Meaning of Autumn
because fall winds blowwe know of endingsthe bending of branches barednot spared the site of witheringthe shivering as we witness the demisedespise the coming coldthe coming old not just of hard groundbut all 'round the freezing of the selfthe teasing… Continue reading
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Dream 3
I dream that I am a ghost. Without any recollection of my death,I now live in my hometownin an expanded versionof my father's Victorian era office.It is somewhat of a reunion–I live here with dozens of other ghosts like me,many my… Continue reading
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The Vacuum
Nature abhors a vacuum. When, on the cross,the darkening blood of Jesusspilled from its tubing,vacated his veins and arteries,escaped like rain,though wood-grained channels,onto and into the thirsty earth,what abhorred that emptiness,rushed to fill it? We did. Text and image ©… Continue reading