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“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. “I’ve had nothing yet,” Alice replied in an offended tone, “so I can’t take more.” “You mean you can’t take less,” said the Hatter.
More Than Enough More always more . . . → Read More: More Than Enough “What are you hiding?” She asked. I stared at her. “What do you mean?” (It probably really came out like “Whaddayamean?”) I’d been transcribing reports for Heidi, a rehabilitation nurse, for several months. “I tell you about my family, stuff I’m doing, but you never tell me anything about you. It’s like you’re in the Mafia or something.” I was . . . → Read More: I’m Afraid to Read Ann Voskamp Absolutely free! But it can cause worse damage yellow lace, age spots from rusting. Drives you a little crazy. Rust–one of the toughest stains, but all you really need is the safer substitute, a splash of something. Swish! A sweeter smelling way, a . . . → Read More: Are We Crazy? Within the fence I limp searching for my soul past faded cones and seeds still clinging to the tree past algaed walls and rubbled piles of loss and buried dreams a grendeled past of fear and shame. And though I wear the helmet of . . . → Read More: To Greet the God in Me
Love whispers petals crushed on tongues of salty grief that bleed a sweet red symphony and rises on the wings of hope.
Words would just not come this month for Tweetspeak Poetry’s February prompt of red. So today I played with magnetic words and came up with these . . . → Read More: Sweet Red Symphony
Be still and know I AM. Know I AM and be still. Reposting this from the archives because my words have been stilled this week. ********** But now thoughts travel. I remember silence across miles. A bench seat center. Knee to . . . → Read More: Love and Stillness (Reposting this from October because it just seems fitting today.) Lyla Lindquist is celebrating, too. Be sure to join the party at her place. And we’re celebrating with Jennifer over at Getting Down with Jesus.
SUNRISE by Megan Willome It’s disgraceful All this color Splattered Pink flung . . . → Read More: Time Out to Celebrate Megan
I planned to skip today. I mean, celebrating my birthday with the one who gave me birth being gone now two days shy of only two months just seemed–well, too hard. I even stripped my birthdate off my Facebook profile so it could pass quietly. I tried to share my feelings with one family member–perhaps not very . . . → Read More: Because it’s My Birthday: Horseshoe Lake (revisited)
Unravel the day in solferino rivers that flow to Eden’s cor. Unzip my skin, unwrap lacustrine heart beside the Horseshoe, my world’s waters, and let me simply drink of Adam’s ale. Inspired by the morning sky. Not adequately captured by The Droid. . . . → Read More: Lacustrine Heart
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