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Untouchable
race is every where in my world in a way it has never been before the exchange of money the palm to palm and mouth to mouth of words rings through my mind and body in constant clarity front loaded...
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Confession, and a reflection on choices
It’s January, a brand new year, and I want to get this off my chest: I kind of don’t like the Road Not Taken poem by Robert Frost. I know, I know, I posted it as the Thoughts for Thursday for today....
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Thoughts for Thursday
The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST 1874–1963 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it...
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While He’s Away: A Poem About Being Gone – 11/11/13
By Jason B. Ladd - While I’m away The mission’s first We’ll put our best against their worst But victory will fail to quench my thirst While I’m away - While I’m away The silence settles in The mood...
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While He’s Away: A Poem About Being Gone
By Jason B. Ladd - While I’m away The mission’s first We’ll put our best against their worst But victory will fail to quench my thirst While I’m away - While I’m away The silence settles in The mood...
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Thoughts for Thursday
Haunted Houses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no...
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Across a New Dawn
Over 70 people died in the terrorist attacks in Nairobi this week. Among them was the poet Kofi Awoonar. He was set to publish a new book of poetry next year, among them a poem called Across a New...
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Thoughts for Thursday
An Altogether Different Language By Anne Porter There was a church in Umbria, Little Portion, Already old eight hundred years ago. It was abandoned and in disrepair But it was called St. Mary of the...
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Wage Peace: A Prayer
Wage peace with your breath. Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds. Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown...
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Thoughts for Thursday
“Why I Wake Early” by Mary Oliver Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the...
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How can I keep from singing?
I get chills and can barely choke out the words whenever we sing this hymn. [there are tons of versions of this song, but this was the one that most satisfied my inner church lady... plus, holy moly,...
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Untouchable
race is every where in my world in a way it has never been before the exchange of money the palm to palm and mouth to mouth of words rings through my mind and body in constant clarity front loaded...
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Thoughts for Thursday
I love Neil Gaiman. More specifically, I love to hear him read his works. (or anything, for that matter.) I heard an interview (probably on NPR) about how he loves audiobooks and how he tries to read...
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Thoughts for Thursday
What Was Told, That by Jalal al-Din Rumi translated by Coleman Barks What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest. What was told the cypress that made it strong and...
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A Sadness
The pool’s edges glitter with turquoise and sky at the touch of my light, the only warmth in this throne room of unknown gods hundreds of feet beneath the sun-beaten Texas hills. Cradled in white...
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Friday Art Day
Take a moment this morning to think of your favorite poem, the words that re-sync your voice to your soul, that reach down in you to pull some bit of forgotten self to the surface and look it squarely...
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Flowers in Dried Earth (Pine Ridge Reservation, SD)
Grey and tired the land lay not resigned but exhausted skin bleached to clean the stains of fallen warriors the hush of the wind a reminder of the fragility of this peace the silent grasses an empty...
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