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Synchronicity

Synchronicity – the simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. I’m a Sunday School teacher.  I’ve been teaching at my church – an American Baptist Church – for over 35 years.  The class … Continue reading

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Morning Post, February 22, 2020

I’d love to go hunting again.  It’s been years, now.  Decades since I took to the woods with my gun and for so long I have never given it a thought.  Life was crowded and not in a bad way.  … Continue reading

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Writing Lesson #2 Flight of the Bluebird

In my last post I wrote about how the best writing does not out and out tell you the bottom line or the point, but it drops convincing hints all along the way that lead the reader to conclude the … Continue reading

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Writing Lesson #1

If you are going to write anything worthwhile, anything that anyone will be affected by or remember, know this: don’t even aim at catching the bluebird.  Just write as much as you need to to remind the reader that the … Continue reading

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Morning Poem #2, January 30, 2020

Why does the snow capture me so? These first flakes, few and far between Dropping from heaven Must be a sign . Do I dream of lighted hearths And the return of those Whose chairs have been empty Now these … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, January 30, 2020

Now comes the snow At last, a covering Or so we will hope On this grey day . All that is broken and dead All that the turning of the earth Has cast aside Will disappear . And all will … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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Summer Morning Alone

. When he awoke he remembered that the house was empty and as he rose from his bed he felt himself lighter than usual.  As he stood, he felt the strength in his rested limbs and the mental clarity that … Continue reading

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Poem For August

. It is always August. If time would stop, it would stand still Under the dog star. Winter lingers, but all of that season is labor Boots, gloves, scarves and coats Off and on, on and off Snow shovels and … Continue reading

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Waking to The River

If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be cold … Continue reading

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