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 May we be blessed to stop for a moment It matters not where or when… and remember to hug the child still inside us every now an... [read more] |
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I wish we could all recover the innocence we had as children. When we found beauty, wonder and magic every day…. before growing... [read more] |
 He starred in 'Oh No It's Selwyn Froggitt' as a man named Clive. All of his fans were very sad because he was not able to survive. When you... [read more] |
 Gaudy Mask (an abstract) Above, the awnings creak, their fabric shouting harshly, praising the gaudy, silencing the frail. Th... [read more] |
 Somewhere among the stars, she breathes, A beauty the night itself leans toward. Whose temper bends the heavens to her will— Her smile makes... [read more] |
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DAILY GRATITUDE I am grateful for my understanding of grief… when in grief I have been totally immersed… I remember…I would ne... [read more] |
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After she died…when he thought his world was coming to an end he looked for solace and support…in the comfort of a friend. He... [read more] |
 The philosopher George Santayana Wrote the following in 1905 'Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it' If Sa... [read more] |
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So stain—as marks that remain longer than intent,and hesitation pressed into the grain. Second guess,doubt’s small frac... [read more] |
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Today, I feel that Death, that wants to keep me unwhole is nearer than before, as my body continues to fail. But, through Christ's blessing,... [read more] |
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“Dustlight Motif” A lantern sways somewhere unseen, its glow brushing the gravel. An accordion exhales— not a melody, but the... [read more] |
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vow of ruin (stay with me) In tenebrous embrace, your touch ignites, Feral longing, a savage delight. Choose: my abyss, or endless n... [read more] |
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We were cast in one mold, bone and sinew repeating the same refrain, yet the years twist us— a corkscrew in the hand of time, driving... [read more] |
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The story of a door Who wouldn't remain open Like everyone was hopin' They all would scream and shout 'Open up and let us out!' But th... [read more] |
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Metal spiral pressing into cork grain— the hand does not change, but the angle sharpens. Wood fibers split, a circle becomes e... [read more] |