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a boy’s club

Across the street the rejected roosters strut, all together on the grass none of them fighting. all getting along without violence. see peace is possible. perhaps it is us who have forgotten to see it.      

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empty/full

She sat alone in the empty room, her suitcase full. . all perspective lost … was she moving in or leaving? … Would she like to pet a dog? Yes! Finally, she thought, a question i can answer.

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beauty

the conversation turned, like leaves in fall, to the arts of canning and preserving… of  jams and butters made from apples – someone mentioned you can make jelly from beauty-berries… and suddenly the deep purple orbs were objects of culinary desire … Continue reading

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flight patterns

a tail feather fluttered down before me. it landed in the cool morning grass by my feet. over my head, the osprey headed over the pines, to the rivers, to the sea… She boldly called to me, “little duck – You … Continue reading

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Guests

i looked up to find someone new on my sofa! what does the request for radical hospitality look like to You? for St. Francis it was a leper warning him to stay away… and the Holy Spirit sent him forth … Continue reading

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Attraction

they say you can attract more flies with honey than vinegar. i wouldn’t know. but lemons work. especially if you forget them in a day old tea cup. what i forget to do, or neglect to do, gains a momentum … Continue reading

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homes

i open a drawer in a forgotten chest and find a nest. no one lives here anymore – but the remains of home linger – long after the occupants have moved on.

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