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Six Days at Topsail

Six Days at Topsail

1 Once she starts Haiku She cannot stop counting words It’s meditative Their beach house is glass Flattery is not allowed Untruth is revealed Social platitudes At the sea are washed away Shards of glass rubbed smooth 2 His foot prints in sand She bends to pick up sea...
6:15 AM

6:15 AM

“It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding. It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race.” Psalm 19:5 I woke up just past 4 AM Easter morning but stayed in bed till 6. Walking out the door with Fannie not long after, and remembering how...
The Long Walk Home

The Long Walk Home

I was sitting in my father’s chair (it creaks so badly, as if mimicking my own bones) and humming a Hymn a friend reminded me of. A Hymn that brought back a Sunday in 2006 at Bethel Church on Washington Island with my family. We all sang in the choir that day, all of...
The Golden Hour

The Golden Hour

The sky appeared streaked and stained, layered and lush with glory, it was the golden hour, sunrise, the dawn of a new day, but my heart was as dark as the midnight hour. Hurt does that. What do I know of hurt? Compared to this hurting world I know nothing. But I know...
The Best Day

The Best Day

Write it on your heart That every today is the Best day of the year -Ralph Waldo Emerson Does knowing that we’re going to die make for better living? Imagine seeing everything you know for the last time. Walking up the back steps that finally had to be replaced,...
As Sunlight Moves Back Morning Shadows

As Sunlight Moves Back Morning Shadows

Hearing the bird whistles I had been deaf to just moments earlier, so noisy my thoughts, I whistled back. Breathing in each sound as sunlight moved back morning shadows while Sitting in stillness, exhaling, emptying what remained of my yesterdays, Craving a refilling,...
To You On the Other Side of All That

To You On the Other Side of All That

Sometimes you have to get all the way over to the other side of something before you can see it for what it was, which can be so different from how it seemed at the time. Dog in T-shirt to protect sutures, feeding dog by hand, giving meds wrapped in sausage have all...
My Pops

My Pops

It was Saturday morning, March 26, 2016, when the phone rang as I was making coffee. “Debbie,” my dad said. “I can’t find my new mattress protector.” He had just bought a new bed. I was thrilled. At eighty-six, he seemed confident he’d be around a while. And of course...
Sure and Steady

Sure and Steady

Part of the thermostat hose broke off Todd’s car last week causing a coolant hose to come off and all of the coolant to puke out. It left a little mess in his parking garage at work. I went to meet him at the lakefront where he had pulled over on his way home when the...
Gillian and Me

Gillian and Me

We were winsome, a little different than the others, often off on our own, always looking in. I admired her, her poetic way of seeing the world, and her beige suede boots. She was smart, made pen drawings, played classical guitar, wrote poetry. She gave me the boots....

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