July 5, 2016

Seeking Truth

Words matter. Our choice of words, whether speaking or writing, makes a difference. And words have meaning. That’s what dictionaries are for—to tell us what words mean. When we try to use words to mean something other than what they really mean, it causes confusion....

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June 27, 2016

A Betrayal of Roses

He sent six roses As if roses made it okay As if roses washed away feeling betrayed As if roses proved mom’s belief he was one of the good ones As if roses, his cute smile, and his silky blonde hair justified his actions ___________________________________ It’s Quadrille Monday at...

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June 22, 2016

For the Love of Summer

Love keeps no record of wrongs To me summer means love with its hot sunny days and plants blooming everywhere Do you suppose summer keeps a record of winter’s wrongs its harsh cold blizzard blasts freezing rains and icy winds Does summer hold a grudge...

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June 20, 2016

Harenochiame – 晴後雨 はれのちあめ

An outdoor June wedding in the Pacific Northwest is always a crap shoot. You pick a date and hope the weather cooperates, or else don’t care whether it does or not. If a little rain (or an impending thunder storm) is going to ruin your...

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June 14, 2016

An Angel’s Life

I’ve had a blessed life though I didn’t always think it would be so My first memory is praying for the frantic Christmas shoppers at Costco, standing high on a shelf It felt weird to look down on the carts filled with unnecessary things while...

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June 14, 2016

Train of Thought

Shortness of breath reminds me of the stench of Old Golds wafting to upper bunk as ash spills from glowing red tip into ash tray beside their bed reminds me of camping at Oak Grove Campground hiking the loops with Cinder short of breath ————-...

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June 13, 2016

Triggers, Triggers Everywhere

Tears spilled from my eyes Gushed, really quite uncontrollably Anger the apparent trigger He wouldn’t listen Then I realize the real trigger This series of events: Writing of Dad’s death Hearing of Aunt Dot’s passing Trying to save a few bucks on airline tickets ______________________________________________...

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