life
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The Puzzle
Pieces of my lifeeverywhere… …forgotten at the bottom of my sock drawer, slipped behind the shoe rack in the closet, abandoned in the cabinet in the guest bathroom, tucked into a photo album, lost among WordPerfect docs on my hard… Continue reading
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User’s Manual
I'm looking for my user's manual,the one I'm sure my parents were givenwhen someone bundled me upand sent me homefrom the Lila J. Post Memorial Hospitalin Battle Creek, Michigan,60 years ago,the manual describing care and upkeep,feeding,cleaning,avoiding undo wear and tear.… Continue reading
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No Warranty
I'm sorry,but who told you,life should be easy? Clearly you have not readthe instruction manual. For the first two years or soit will appear is ifit's all about you,and those around youwill allow you this illusion.But from then on,you'll be… Continue reading
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The Diet
The ego hungers,gorging itselfon what feeds its insecurity. Why are we starvingin a worldabundantwith beauty and benevolence? Stop bingeing on nothing, and the ego dies; the real you finally lives, nourished by what matters. This is a dietto die for. Text and… Continue reading
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The River of Yearning
You fight the current. Stop rowing.Watch the oars slip from the oarlocksand slide downstream. One you let go,once you relax into the river's pull,then the herons appear,lifting you from your leaky longingand placing you gently amongthe great, green, silent reedsswaying… Continue reading
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The Womb
I'm in the marketfor a new womb;I'm ready to begin again. They aren't sold on Amazon;I checked. One can a rent a wombif you're looking to have a babybut can't do it yourself…or opt not to. But I seek a… Continue reading
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Four Lines
I offer four lines,one to save myselfand three to save the world: "I'd rather be kind than right." "I was wrong." "I'm sorry." "Hold me." In vulnerability waits salvation. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.… Continue reading
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Embracing Death
Do you believe in death?Lots of us don't–or at least live as if we don't. People glibly say,"Live each day as if it's your last,"but that's nearly impossible to do: Would you make the bed? Would you empty the dishwasher? Would you close… Continue reading
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The House
I built the housesolidlyand strong–heavy shutters guard the windows,strong bolts secure the doors–an unmovable house,unshakably safe. I stand on the street,admiring my house,my sturdy, inpenetrable house. An old woman creaks by,leaning on her walker;"Quite the house," she says. "Yes," I… Continue reading