Monthly Archives: March 2016

After Easter

“After [Easter] Jesus showed himself again to the disciples by the Sea. Gathered together were Simon Peter, Thomas called the Twin, Nathaniel of Cana in Galilee, the Sons of Zebedee, and two other of Jesus disciples. “Peter said to them, … Continue reading

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On Books

I crack open the new book A writer I don’t know is about to tell me a story I won’t understand Only after I’ve read it will I have a grasp of what she is trying to say in words … Continue reading

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Good Friday Thoughts

Calamity makes no appointment Nor crucifixion The robe he wore that fateful day they led him off to trial arrested Was it his best? That robe blood stained from his lashes they drew lots for to decide who took it … Continue reading

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Honey Off a Thorn

We are the wolves licking history’s blade honed as it is to razor`edge driven by the scent of blood even tho it be our own bent on extinction We know nothing but our own appetites baited by our insatiability fouling … Continue reading

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Kacy at the Bat

She changed her men much like a power`hitter changes his bat Reluctantly But once she had decided New wood! Old grips! She never felt regret for ones she’d shattered swinging at a high fast`ball If it hadn’t a`been inside she’d … Continue reading

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A Poem for My Mother

I would write a poem for my mother who loved poetry before I tried writing any poetry Her verses in German gone unrecorded But the dead do not read the living nor will the yet unborn understand our imagery capture … Continue reading

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Was A Time

 David Fernandez  NOVICA.COM Was a time I was available always available Like a country doctor never beyond house calls Or the sheriff deputy sitting in an alley just waiting for the speeder Was a rush getting the call middle of … Continue reading

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Tulip Sunday

The path between the rows of the yet`to`open tulips is packed hard with dry clay So it is with the Way of Grace where crowds tread seeking a flower they can’t name One so unique so ordinary They stop at … Continue reading

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A Psalm for Those Who Watch

We sit in the dry dust before the stone behind which not even a breath stirs Our sighs shattered glass broken in our breast We sit in the dry silence all night and all day knowing that any word we … Continue reading

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On Silence

From the window late in the dark of night after commuters are home partyers asleep in their beds the Island falls into a silence so deep I can hear the surf rolling in & out over sand scrubbing out the noise … Continue reading

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The Ancestry of Words

These words scribbled side`by`side they are not actually mine I learned them one`by`one over years from immigrants in whose home everything owned at least five names three of them not in Webster’s A life`time is not long enough to remove words … Continue reading

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Among Ponderosas

From the Sound the snow`capped mountains rise up to their steep heights over smoky hills The highway East remains closed in the winter snow too deep for the plows among ponderosas All that lives there man beast bird winters`over or … Continue reading

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