Love
November 3, 2009
- I think there is an intricate art of being a friend. Over the years, perhaps I’ve been a little naïve; I’ve occasionally learned that a person I thought was my friend was in reality, a fair-weather friend. That is a person who would shrewdly learn areas in my life that could be manipulated, such as saying what I want to hear. The result is a friendship that is based not on truth, from ...
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October 29, 2009
- She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young woman naked exciting birds to come kiss and play tomorrow when spring will return she will be too lovely to touch ...
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October 29, 2009
- October 29, 2009 The Book on the Shelf I love to read; my bookshelves are crammed tight. However, there is one book that I avoided even glancing at, even though I had several copies. My first copy was given to me by a nice neighbor lady when I was very young. Another copy was given to me when I was baptized and another when I married. I even received a large copy that was ...
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October 28, 2009
- I don’t see death every day, but I hear it.From where I sit, in my home office overlooking a little Bosphorus bay, the day is punctuated by recess at a large school below. Sometimes through the din I think I hear a high-pitched pain cry echoing in the valley. An intermittent wail. Out on the balcony I listen, some primitive hackle raised. Rarely can I locate its exact source but it comes from ...
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October 23, 2009
- My favorite city in the world is FlorenceAnd not just any Florence but the tiny oneOn a shelf in a photograph from which I laughAt myself seated in a chair at a deskIn an office that lacks FlorenceFor an address, so that people when they comeIn to say hi or with a work-related questionSometimes wonder aloud where and whenAnd though I answer, I never tell themI’m terrified to have traveled ...
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October 21, 2009
- As she walks her way out to the road gently, the man watches her steps from inside the café. She ties her coat belt and turns back to see him for the last time. The man puts the cigarette on his lips and keeps watching her. The girl takes her perfume out of her pocket and sprays it on her wrist and her neck. She takes her handkerchief out from her purse but before using it the wind blows it away ...
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October 21, 2009
- We would meet by the brick wall in front of my house on sweaty summer nights, hop on our Schwinns, and ride around the block looking for dead things to poke with sticks, stray cats to pet and name, evidence of a life only found in our untamed imaginations. We wouldn’t speak much. We wouldn’t have to. Our mutual escape into a world of monsters, swords, and adventure would say more than ...
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October 16, 2009
- I used to be a Presbyterian minister. That was back in the days before they found a cure (rim shot). But seriously, folks, take my Bible—please!I kid. Well, not about being a Presbyterian minister. I really was one, in Omaha, Nebraska, serving a little church called Florence Presbyterian. When I tell people I used to be a minister I get a variety of reactions, but when I say “in Omaha,” ...
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October 16, 2009
- I’m from Kansas. So believe me, I’ve heard my share of Oz references: “hey, you’re not in Kansas anymore”, “where’s your red slippers”, “where’s Toto?” Of course, one would have to be geographically challenged in the extreme to travel to another state and have no clue that they’ve left the one they started from. Did what I just type make sense? It does ...
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October 8, 2009
- My father told me he always loved to drink, ever since he tasted champagne when he was eight years old, a small glass of it that his father gave him on Christmas. When he was eleven, my father got drunk for the first time. He found wine bottles stored in a neighbor's garage. His friends took a few sips, but my father drank a bottle. He wandered around the neighborhood and came home in a ...
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