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Monthly Archives: September 2017
Catholic High School
They sent us forth under false pretenses. They sent us forth with the false idea that we knew the world, knew where we stood, knew what needed to be done. . In truth, after graduation, we landed like turnips off … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Spiritual
Tagged belief, Catholic high school, memory, religion, values
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Hundreds of Ways
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground – -Rumi There are hundreds of ways to touch a leaf to hear the sea . Hundreds of ways to breathe to sigh . There are hundreds of … Continue reading
Here’s Looking at You
Sun’s out, hummingbirds are humming. . Then one stops, Stares. One eye Stares at me Staring at him. . He hovers, flicks away. What was his name? . Either Ruby-throated Hummingbird, or Nano AeroIvironment Spy Drone, . Which looks … Continue reading
The Rockets’ Red Glare
Preaching to the Converted The Houston flood is killing and destroying. Yes? The refineries are spewing toxins in the air and water there. Yes? North Korea blew up a hydrogen bomb. Right? Flew missiles over Japan. Nazi attempt to squirm … Continue reading
Grandma’s Friends
Maeve and Hugh came from the Old Country and didn’t smell very good. . My father hid behind a chair and popped up, “Are they gone?” while they were still in the doorway. Mom married him anyway. . With their … Continue reading
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Tagged family, friendship, history, ireland, Irish immigrants 1940s
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