Tag Archives: Quadrille

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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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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Embrace the Unsafe Life

Deep water holds the thrill of grand adventure and the potential for grievous suffering One mustn’t place the two upon the scale of life and act according to the balance thereof Instead flee the safety of the harbor and embark … Continue reading

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A Quadrille of Qs

Quiet all around from the quarterdeck I spied the quick quillback I heard a quack Saw a quark and a quist quickly glide away My phone camera rolled but quonk querked the video and it quit The great Quarterback above … Continue reading

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To Know and Be Known

The warm earth beneath my feet trembles with knowledge of our Creator We have this in common, the earth and me, the One who knows us and desires to be known Sometimes I forget Him Forget I am His beloved … Continue reading

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My Muddled Mind

Muddled thoughts confused, chaotic ever churning night to day Their origin their destination It seems I cannot sway Yet El Roi the God who sees me invites me to come and pray He knows each thought each crazy fear won’t … Continue reading

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Gathering Treasure

Once upon a time I gathered grievances like treasure stored in my heart pain without measure I held tight to my rights I learned in time to gather forgiveness instead like leftover pieces of miracle bread when the 5,000 were … Continue reading

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