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Reverie
She looked beyond the sink–filled with soapy water and chipped cups–out the open window to the western sky,which flamed with orange and red,like heaven itself were burning to the ground. The living-room stereodelivered the "Flower Duet"from her favorite opera, Lakmé.… 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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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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Greasing the Skids
"Grease the skids,"said his father. He had no ideawhat skids were,or where or how to grease them,or what relevance either grease or skids hadto his current problem. His father was proneto sudden, short and seemingly certain solutionsto any problem,all of… Continue reading
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The Meaning of Life
Two martinis now within,just east of my usual filters,I'm close to asking the waiter,"What do you think is the meaning of life?What, in you opinion, is the point?" My notebook and penwait open beside my now-empty plate. But alas,perhaps a… Continue reading
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Dependence Day
Let's celebrate Dependence Day! Let's acknowledge how desperately we need one another; our interconnection; how our lack of unity grieves God; how healing only happens when we own our fear and need; how division slowly consumes the… Continue reading
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The Supper
"We have here,"he said,"all the elements of the perfect supper."He waved his hand grandly across the table."Bread, freshly-baked, steaming from the oven,soft and hot as your midnight touch;water, cold and clear as crystal,bracing as your honesty, cleansing as your tender… Continue reading
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PB&J
We make 100 PB&J sandwiches,gently spreading crunchy peanut butteron donated white bread(which tears easily given the fragility of the breadand the stiffness of the peanut butter). The other slice of breadwe coat with squeezable grape jelly(squeezability speeds up the process).… Continue reading
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The Steady
There are waysto be renewedby the ancient:stand silent and mindful in a rank of redwood minarets, beneath a sequined Montana night, at the apex of a Mayan pyramid, on the unsteady edge of an ocean's immensity, … Continue reading
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Why I Write
I don't expect to be understood.I write because I must.I write because writing leads me to what lies beyond.I write to survive.Writing connects me with what is holy, eternal and true. How do you connect with what is holy, eternal… Continue reading