Prayer Before Contact (an ode to Mom)
       
     
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The Primeval Whirl of Writing Prose
       
     
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Prayer Before Contact (an ode to Mom)
       
     
Prayer Before Contact (an ode to Mom)

With eyes widened,

she anticipated collision before contact.

Unbelting from the passenger's seat,

she bolted from the unparked car.

Before a single foot touched ground, 

"Please Jesus..." echoed from her heart.

It happened so suddenly...

One moment, I'm gripping handle bars.

The next, I'm wedged under a white sports car.

Out of the corner of my eye, my ten-speed crumpled like papier mache.

Above me, my teary-eyed mother.

3-inch band aids covered my scratches, my scrapes.

3 weeks she walked alimp because of the ankle sprained in her sprint.

For all my life, she prayed before contact and gave selflessly for me and mine.

Thank you, Mom. With love, GE2

Mother's Day 2017

 

Lessons on Less & More
       
     
Lessons on Less & More

A Holy Saturday Benediction for My Love

In times when I feel empty,

I'm learning to see the fullness of life.

On occasion, when life is all too full,

I'm learning to seek the solace of sanctuary.

 

Empty and Full our lives will be.

I'm learning there is wisdom in both.

 

       
     
Let Us Be That Something_Poetry Reading with Mari Evans

In loving memory of one of my best friends... my sister-teacher, Mari Evans

       
     
Celebration_Poetry Reading with Mari Evans

In loving memory of my best friend and sister-teacher, Mari Evans

The Primeval Whirl of Writing Prose
       
     
The Primeval Whirl of Writing Prose

Musings on the Writing Process

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w.e.b. darwin
       
     
w.e.b. darwin

In the fog &
in the night
there comes a sense
of second sight
the gift of gab to rouse the bear
and calm the mouse with gentle care
in the cave, i hibernate
& to the mouse hole i escape
in neither place do i find home
to lay my head
i am the lone
then to the treetops I retreat
unfurl my wings in nested seat
adaptation is the key
not second sight
but I have three.

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