Tag: prose
member name: Debbie G.
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September 09, 2009 10:42 AM EDT --
No one ever needed to shoot God bullets into my heart. Offering lilacs would have done the job as well or better. Westminister church. I sat in God's house expecting to recieve color and fragrance from . . .
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July 21, 2009 02:23 PM EDT --
It looked like cowardice to some who carried signs marching 'came out' to families, friends and employers proud and you must know it.
In retrospect I was wrong thinking their acts were only their own . . .
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April 28, 2009 09:05 PM EDT --
When I say the morning calls of birds outside my window
reminds me of my childhood
I am really saying
I am still
a lover of bird songs.
I am still loving.
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July 14, 2009 05:36 PM EDT --
She was bent with age when they found her.
She wore a green scarf.
A great grandmother few would notice.
Everyday for 28 months
though younger then
she filled a bucket with food
so no one . . .
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September 15, 2009 07:12 AM EDT --
We have shared some fine adventures you and I.
Traveling together in parallel lives
Crisscrossing often
all types of terrain.
We meet again here
today.
Sharing company before the sun . . .
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September 17, 2009 11:41 AM EDT --
Hoping in vain for the sun to quickly dry wings not ready for flight while the storm clouds lean to the earth in their heaviness. It was a mistake to choose this very place to hope. Mothness . . .
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July 18, 2009 05:42 PM EDT --
Very little light spilled into the tack room.
We were silhouettes to each other.
The old man with the shaking gun
and Kathy and I
our peals of laughter cut short by his stooped shadow.
"Step . . .
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November 26, 2006 10:04 AM EST --
There are many ways to caress clouds.
Every unique brush stroke made with artist's hand
Caresses clouds.
Meaning of course
Reaching toward the face of God.
Reverently.
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February 14, 2009 05:00 PM EST --
I never saw you coming.
I never envisioned such bliss.
I never hoped on the brightest star
that you could even exist.
What did I do in this lifetime
somewhere on a long lonely path
that . . .
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September 15, 2006 09:10 PM EDT --
I unearthed the chocolate suitcase in a barn. On a Sunday.
But that's not what was important.
Within it still remained
scraps of material left from my grandmother's creations.
The . . .
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