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PoeTry: I'm not bitter.
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A Word about Anonymity. Monday, October 11, 2010. I'll never miss your touch, the smirk on your face and the sound of your voice so obnoxious. I love as the day begins, to lie in another's arms, to kiss them and to feel your heart break. I'd love to choke you in my arms as you wheeze so violently and disturbed. And I'd love to stop your heart beat also. To see you in the night, in the light of the moon for you are so pathetic. Your pain, your anger, your lies, your regret fills my heart so full.
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PoeTry: About This Project
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PoeTry: Poem For The Day of Shabbat ~ by Jay
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A Word about Anonymity. Saturday, January 22, 2011. Poem For The Day of Shabbat. Written in response to the rabbi's d'var torah. All that is, all that could be. Waits within the word, to be created. In breath, in breadth, in the depth of the future. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For a Good Time Call:. A Room of Mama's Own. A Wretch Like Me. Bernadette Mayer's Writing Experiments. Hyperbole and a Half. Love in the Time of Addiction. Poetry Terms and Terminology. The Academy of American Poets.
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It's a long, hard road - with a good, good end: April 2009
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It's a long, hard road - with a good, good end. Sunday, April 12, 2009. Easter Baskets, Stockings, and Roses. Nikki and I stopped by Pat's house Saturday to drop off an Easter basket - nothing too exciting, just practical things like toilet paper and deodorant, with a chocolate bunny and some Easter candy. As we've become accustomed to, our knocking was met with a "Who is it? We didn't know it then, but Miss Pat doesn't get in the car with just anybody. She told us later that Billy and the two of us ...
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It's a long, hard road - with a good, good end: My Father's Daughter
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It's a long, hard road - with a good, good end. Sunday, November 7, 2010. Most often, the follow-up to the " What are you doing with your life. Question is the "So, what do you do for a job? Question. Because, in case you were wondering, following Jesus doesn't always pay the bills and this girl's got a degree that she'll be paying off until she's 90. Give or take. Then, one Monday morning, I got a job offer. It went a little something like this:. Come downstairs, please! Mom: You start Wednesday. And wh...
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PoeTry: The Divorce Papers
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A Word about Anonymity. Monday, October 11, 2010. We hail you this ordinary day,. In this horrible nowhere,. To the divorce commemoration of this groom and bride. Hatred is a common souvenir;. A bequest of death that boosts nothing it fingers. It is Hatred, kindled by fiction. And restricted within the divorce guarantee,. That raises marriage to a pious skill;. A dissolution of one soul,. That splits it on a path apart,. Toward a past dark with despair and nightmares. For the groom and bride,. Embrace th...
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Punk Monk Musings: The Days of Radical Hospitality
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A pilgrim's journey toward radical intimacy, radical obedience, radical love. Monday, December 28, 2009. The Days of Radical Hospitality. I've been asked to compile the most powerful experiences that I have had at the Sacred Space, a daunting task. Where do I begin? Can it be found in the tears of a distraught young missionary or in the murder-bent street prophet seeking the way of escape? The strung out addict's need of lemonade and Kleenex, a hand held, sharing hopes and dreams for a future and a hope?
