There was no childhood in that house for me
My mother received her heavenly crown in March 2020. This year, Dad was moved to a care facility and recently to hospice. Their house sold last week. They purchased several years ago after Dad retired from decades of serving in the ministry. It was the first house they owned. I reflected recently on my lack…
Lumbering
oh, to live life limberlythe balls of one foot set and centeredknee slightly bentumbrellaed by the other legfloating just sowith arms outstretched holding life lightly, as feather-weight,to pivot and bend and extendhead high and supple spineto animate and ambulate grace no we like to fix our soles to the groundplant the heels and curl the…
What’s your motivation? (a reflection on a clay theatre mask from Oflag VII-A, Murnau)
How many smoking fingers lifted you to cover the smirk?Power, fixed upon a mask to convertdesolation to inspiration— chemistry in costume—and breathe life through clay. How many wizened eyesfilled the shadowy holes?Gateways littered with blasted brick and bramble, blood and bloat—mourning glories—guarding hope and home. How many defiant mouthsgoaded souls through crumbling maw?Kissed lips, chipped…
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