[Disconnected fragments found in one of my old journals.
A couple times a year, I pull out one of these tattered, beer-stained notebooks and read through it. I feel like an archeologist. Many poems of mine have come from one of these digs. I'll let you know if any come from these bone fragments and pottery shards.]
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... We can never be sure of any of our memories
when the sea is involved ...
... she touches her ear;
seems softly happy ...
... I don’t mind Christians individually. It’s when two or more are gathered in His name that they start to worry me. ...
... Noah was often seasick and dreamed of taking a drive in the country in a pale blue Chevy; the bugs splattering against his windshield, two at a time. ...
... A walk in the woods alone is a meditation
A walk in the woods w/ two is a communion
A walk in the woods w/ three is a fellowship
A walk in the woods w/ four or more is a walk in the woods ...
... A crumpled dollar bill
like a distant dripping faucet:
Desolate. Beautiful. ...
... All art is revolutionary.
All revolutionaries are artists.
All absolutes are false. ...
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A walk in the woods w/ a group of scouts who are hoping to earn their Nature Merit Badge is a job that we once had...
I loved the "Christian" comment! Looking for permission to use it, quoted of course, on my blog.
Feel free, Michele. Thanks.
"... I don’t mind Christians individually. It’s when two or more are gathered in His name that they start to worry me. ..."
You must have attended a wedding that day? What a stitch.
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