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The Art of Revision

“Pick a different word,” she wrote “This word appears 44 times in this manuscript. Use your thesaurus.” So I change pain to anguish or misery Substitute torment for suffering Replace anger with outrage Switch adore for love Editing is about … Continue reading

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Hanging with My Dad

He hangs upon my office wall A reminder that he’s gone But also that he was once here Well, not here, in my office, of course He was long dead before this room, this building existed But here, in my … Continue reading

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It Is Time for Walking

Today I’m sharing a poem by a dear friend and poet. She is more introspective and cautious than I am, less boisterous and loud. But dear nonetheless. I hope you enjoy her words. It Is Time for Walking by Kathleen … Continue reading

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My Redeemer Is Alive

I was commissioned to write lyrics for a song based on some passages of the book of Job. Though he liked what I wrote, ultimately, the person who commissioned me decided to use snippets of the KJV version of the … Continue reading

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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a starry night A single star shown ever bright Outshone angels hovering a field Telling shepherds who rightly kneeled Of the birth of the Chosen One Born of Mary, God’s own Son Wise men followed that singular star … Continue reading

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My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees … Continue reading

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Grandpa’s Wisdom (or Folly)

Better an hour early than a minute late, . . . . Grandpa oft repeated. Which is fine, until . . . You arrive at the party and . . . . the host is in the shower . . … Continue reading

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