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Renewal
Mystery Merges With Miraculous
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...
Morning by Morning
Flames of green stare back from tips of branches imprinted against morning sky, as new shoots of color appear lit from within While the Warblers seem pleased with the decor. For yesterday, this prelude to Summer was silent, but the Sun worked all day, the Wind...
Being in the Heart of the Moment
My faithful partner tried to put up the screen door earlier, we both forgot where he put the screws and hinges last fall. It’s a warm spring morning, a little muggy, clear sky, just the slightest veil of mist. Shadows land in shapes and patterns covering the street....