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Rent the Pain in Two

Handle my broken? You’re kidding, right? I’ll sweep, gentle-like, sharp shards of glass; replace with glue, a mug’s cracked handle; tape a page, nearly tore in two — but staunch the wounds of my own heart? It’s not possible, plausible, sensible that I’m worth any […]

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neighbor Man

Christmas Eve, about eight years ago, my family invited the neighbor man to dinner. We’d known him a couple years but never asked him to our home. He kept to himself and his campfire, and sometimes his rollicking, noisy, beer-chugging friends. His place was set back from the road […]

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To Partake or Not

When asked, I said, “No. No, we don’t celebrate and/or partake in Halloween.” Good night Irene – they looked at me like I boiled the bunny and spanked the Claus. Alrighty then. Our family’s choice falls under something called personal stewardship. Our personal choice… . Some […]

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Here I Am – or not.

I am the girl that people forget. . Those around me are remembered. But usually, not me. When I expressed my concern to an ever-popular friend, she told me that my looks and qualities remind her of “the girl next door.” Yeah, the girl next […]

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Isaiah Blue

have the skies been blue with intensity every eleven September? . or have I noticed  more? how tilted up beauty squeezes me closer. . new wine is found in the cluster, but don’t crush the blessing. with pain, . righteous pressings hide incense-burners, sacrifice- doers from His eyes. . […]

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Learning to Look

I want to remember to let myself be intoxicated in the present -the here and now- so I can see the beauty right in front of me. . But I’m learning to look out the windows, to talk to my seat mates, to stop and […]

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m (and) e

I secure a page between the roller, the holder (behind the keys) and plunk m and e. There I  be typed –  cast upon canvas, vast white. Of all the passers-by, only two, maybe three (weigh the interruption) pause, linger here with the m and e. […]

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And He With Me

Handle my broken? You’re kidding, right? I’ll sweep, gentle-like, sharp shards of glass; replace with glue, a mug’s cracked handle; tape a page, nearly tore in two — but staunch the wounds of my own heart? It’s not possible, plausible, sensible that I’m worth any […]

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Warrior – CountryGirl Style

I oscillate between showing the soft side and the gritty bit of country living — between showing who others expect me to be and who I am in the deep-downs where my very soul lives — between showing strength of self and my reliance on God. And then there’s […]

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Isaiah – Passover haikus

For the past several weeks I’ve been deep in the Bible’s first prophet book of Isaiah. In studying the Good Word, I’ve employed many different techniques over the years, but this is the first time I’ve summarized my daily readings via haiku format. Each word is chosen […]

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The Devil Walks In Mattingly – book review

Billy Coffey’s newest book, “The Devil Walks in Mattingly” released about a month ago. It’s his fourth book, following on the heels of “Snow Day,” “Paper Angels,” and “When Mockingbirds Sing”—all of which are set in the small-town of Mattingly, Virginia.   I was a […]

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