life
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Invitation 4
Hi, all. My blogging service, Typepad, was under attack and rendered inoperable since last Thursday. Today, Tuesday, it's up and running again. What follows is what I had intended to post Friday through Sunday (Good Friday through Easter), pulled together… Continue reading
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Another Prayer for Lent
Let me stretch imagination.Let me break the curve of time.Let me cut through bland conventionto the heart of the divine. Let me say the unexpected.Let me be what's on God's mind.Let me leap to reach the heavenI have faith is… Continue reading
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Soon Enough
Death comes soon enough;Why invite it in early? Why be jealous? Why be angry? Why nurse the grudge, rehearse the hurt? Why resent? Why fear? Why welcome decay?Why hurry death? Soon enough. Soon enough. Text… Continue reading
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The Creative Process
So you'd like to write a poem? Use common words in uncommon ways. Only say what's authentic for you or it will land false. End with a punch, not below… Continue reading
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Fashion Week
Along the spare runwayskinny, slack-faced models slouch,whose bodies movebut faces do not. When did the lack of feelingbecome sexy? When did boredom(or is it death)become beauty? Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Dark Chocolate
The bitter cuts the sweet,yields the richest, most satisyfing experienceon the tongue. So like life. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Seeing Good
Today,right now,make the decisionto see the good around you: beauty, kindness, color, play, love, diversity, possibilities. Observe the goodfor just 15 minutesand you will be calmer, more focused, more creative, … Continue reading
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Gentle Lunacy
He wandered our small town'smid-century streets,disconnected wonder in his face. "A lunatic," mother said,though such gentle lunacyseemed a truer way to greet lifethan how we(busy, busy)leaped past it. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Existence/Experience
When my father died,I looked through his vast library,and ran my fingers over the polished surfacesof the furniture he had built,and asked,"What was the point?" Then, when my mother died,I looked at her wall of needlepoint,and thumbed through her boxesof… Continue reading
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Whiteboard
Picture your lifeas a whiteboardon which is writtenall you've been toldabout life and meaning– all you should believe, all you should do, all you should be. Thus crammed witha lifetime of scribbling,the board is unreadable,a jumble of… Continue reading