Tag Archives: identity

Digging Thanksgiving

Feeling a profound need I found a shovel in the shed. I put it to work on the mystery. The first few inches moved easily then it became incredibly hard. I did not jump on it but instead worked it … Continue reading

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Faces Forming Features

The ego stops standing where no houses break skyline or connection between rightless and leftless direction of wind-driven causality, bud-bidden and frost-bitten, the gap fresh and unspoken between high vision, low burrow, rain on the flat buttes versus the washing … Continue reading

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Sure Don’t Be So

  What the teacher does not know is muddled into an open discussion subtely swayed is her way under guise of democratic logic. The pastor of a trusting congregation selects a favorite didactic passage and frames it in pop assumptions … Continue reading

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Dragon

At the center of the world there is a big city all the bright shiny people in it lie in piles like jewels and gold in the lair of the Dragon. Far from the city are all the beehives, the … Continue reading

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I Am a Creature of the Earth

  Shining but seldom seen my burden is in the ground around my soles and beneath a bank of debt draws from and spiritually accumulating both ugly and handsome friendly and fearsome faces spread but joining in weight fallen all … Continue reading

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Credit

If I thought it’d make the world better I’d cut her out of my mind and forget her but she’s a part of me and I’m part of her ain’t no where we are without what we were. I was … Continue reading

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My Shoes

My shoes love and hate on flat ground I lean. Don’t fall alternate your right your left your weight. My shoes black and white about as sure as the next man. These shoes English leather Arabic laces heels of refugees. … Continue reading

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