Shipwrecked with Paul
“Therefore take heart, men, for I believe God that it will be just as it was told me.”
Poetry Friday
I lay my hand on his back, gently hush him, telling him everything is all right . . . when really my life is torn raw and your fading whomp, whomp, whomp is the sound of war far away, yet so close.
“I like READING!”
EM, in her summer between kindergarten and first grade, full of gift-excitement, stops just in front of me, “It’s for you, Gramma.”
Poem for Grandma
Like cookies
need milk,
and boo-boos
need hugs…
Instructions to a Tree
I wonder, would my poem have been celebrated in the classroom or would it have been set aside because I failed to follow directions explicitly?
The Sea Calls Me
There are times when I must go to the sea. This past week was one of those times.
This Is a Test
Three very loud blasts, like a blaring horn, shattered the quiet with a suddenness that makes you panic. I felt a strange tension run through me for a moment.
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