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Hospice Care

“Are We There Yet?” March 24, 2016 Eight of us stuffed into two bench seats. No air conditioning. Squabbling in the back seat summoned The voice from the front seat, The voice behind the steering wheel: “Do you want me … Continue reading

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My Homeless Neighbor

Art leans toward personal experience. Next week and next month I will help transition homeless neighbors from long-term camps. Because I struggle with this, my mind has wandered into verse. “My Homeless Neighbor” My ceiling is stucco, but yours is the … Continue reading

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Poem: Writer’s Recipe

Writer opens up his pot to make a stew Sifting lines that don’t belong for words that do Mashing genres till their fibers are askew Pounding irony till tender as a shoe Oils onomatopoeia zoo-zoo-moo Hones a metaphor that cuts … Continue reading

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The Cost of a Cabin

My cabin is boring beige The hazy clouds are layers of lavender, pink, white and blue High above a half moon nods a slanted greeting As we jet north, the fields far below hue from tan to white Infrequent towns … Continue reading

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After Your Dreams Have All Died

“After your dreams have all died…what are you?” That’s the final question in “New Low” from Middle Class Rut. The video will make you sad and then make you laugh with its dark comedy. Songs like “New Low” are why … Continue reading

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The Saddest Words

This traveling month I’ve heard words that tasted delicious: In Ohio, “I’m having another baby!” In California, “You are courageous!” In Maryland, “You are such a good friend!” In West Virginia, “Thank you for coming so far!” I’ve experienced things … Continue reading

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Poem: Bag of Bones

I am a tired bag of bones tonight This week Too many states Too many beds Too many cars Too many planes Too many cups of coffee It is good to be home I am a tired bag of bones … Continue reading

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