Monthly Archives: April 2014

Nightcrawlers

A good, soaking rain, that made the grass and ground spongy underfoot signaled nightcrawlers. bucket of dirt flashlight spotter grabber They emerged from their subterranean tunnels washed out by the deluge looking for worm love. We found them there, sometimes … Continue reading

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Tangled Webs

O, what tangled worldwide webs we’ve woven! The deceit we’ve practiced is an omen. Technology that promised connection has ushered in new waves of deception. Online we can all be anonymous, we can be dashing and mysterious, we can adopt … Continue reading

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Bushes

A small stack of thick, twisted, gnarly branches, and a compact pile of evergreen a man high are all there is to show for twenty plus years of growth. It was inherited landscaping we grew tired of after eighteen years … Continue reading

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Glass Darkly

That blank stare, What’s your name, honey? I’m Steven, mom, your little pillow, remember? I have a son named Steven. I used to call him my little pillow, because he was a soft and pudgy baby, and would let me … Continue reading

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Playing War

When we were little we were cowboys and Indians, gun slingers and quick draws, Gunsmoke and Lone Ranger and in more movies glorifying World War II than I could count. Then along came Vietnam and nightly reports of causalities delivered … Continue reading

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Soul of Engines

It was a V-8, 390 Big Block, and it rose slowly, straining at the chain sling we had wrapped around it so painstakingly after an afternoon of unbolting, disconnecting, unplugging, and unhooking anything that could possibly hold it down. There … Continue reading

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the next voice you hear

may well be the voice of God if you could keep quiet long enough to let a Word in edgewise. unplug, disconnect, go silent mode, listen.

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Journeyman

Factory smells, sweat, grease, cigarette smoke, worn home every day. Calloused hands, with the right missing half a thumb and the two first fingers, sacrificed to a drill press. Black lunch pail, a thermos of soup, and a bologna sandwich … Continue reading

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Friends (1976)

Friends, said one to the wise, old man, who sits in the park all day, are not so special to me at all. Why? I can’t really say. I’ve had a few, now and then, and some very close ones, … Continue reading

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Tommy (April 1, 2012)

Thomas Benjamin, Little one, Herald of a new generation Of sons and saints Of moniker Dorsey, Welcome to your eternal family. Though to you the wait Was not measured in time Your parents awaited anxiously Your arrival from realms afar. … Continue reading

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