I don’t claim to fully grasp the intricacies of the conflict between Israel and Palestine, but it does seem like when Palestine throws a rock over the fence, Israel drops an 800 pound bomb on …
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A Spider
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Excavation
Sometimes when I’m buckled into the belly of a metal beast shaking violently at thirty six thousand feet above Kansas, I like to dig through my computer and find old things I wrote and try …
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Then, love the World
I’ve been trying to (once a week when I remember) start my day with a few Mary Oliver poems. I already had my brain on the question of whether or not being a hopeful / …
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What’s Wrong with Maybe?
I have to be honest and expose myself, here: when poet Mary Oliver passed away last month, I was like, who that is? But so many people whose brains and hearts I admire were lamenting …
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Forgetfulness
FINALLY, A POEM FOR THOSE OF US (ME) WHO FORGET 90% OF WHAT WE READ. Forgetfulness, by Billy Collins. The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the …
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Silentum
I dream about the ten days I was in Russia a lot. My dreams are 30% high school parking lot, 30% plummeting airplane, 30% Moscow, 10% Target from hell. Last night, I was wandering through …
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The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart
I am going through my books to make room for more books so that I can read more books and actually read some of the books that I’ve had but never read books books books …
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seasonal poem
’twas the afternoon before christmas and all through my head visions of christmas excitement and also wedding excitement collided perfectly with a NyQuil hangover and perhaps some sort of festive holiday head snot and it’s …
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ég elska þig
I spent some time today reading some Icelandic love poems don’tworryaboutwhy. Found this beauty: Words. I don’t want to say to you: I love you, for the words have lost their meaning. But if I …
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Brave enough to worship out loud
James Morrison’s mom (hi Cam!) paid my blog the nicest compliment, with one of the loveliest phrases I’ve heard in a while: she said that she likes reading these here musings, because I’m ‘brave enough …