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Dusty Feet in the Sea

Dusty Feet in the Sea

From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
Climb Baby Climb

Climb Baby Climb

Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I had walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls a “Mt....
Thanks for the Mess?

Thanks for the Mess?

Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
A Vertical Miracle

A Vertical Miracle

Rolling to one side, I keep rolling so I hold onto the pillow. Sitting up, I keep my eyes closed. This seems to help. Yawning, lifting my arms, forcing fists, checking for equal strength on both sides of myself, standing slowly Waiting for a sense of steadiness before...
Early Delivery: Inside Outside

Early Delivery: Inside Outside

Turning my chair, I face the day outside instead of the kitchen. The Amazon truck pulls up with flashing lights for an early delivery. “Red sky at morning Sailor’s warning.” T’s removed, finally, the festive globes from the bush beside the front porch but...

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