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vrbl
44/RVA
There are no words for pain like this Like Peter on the sea I cry save me What I hate in others is what I detest most in myself I reach but the cold water is ready and it offers escape
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
σῶσόν με
the bounce of your ponytail as you turn your head to look at something small is visible from where I sit in my car and wait on the light the smallest things an earring the corner of your mouth one breath are more real than all the passing car shapes stop lights and radio sounds I feel you small solid cool and real beneath the soles of sense pebbles in a creek bed under all passing, passing
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
small things
o domine *** in miratione quae opera fecisti censeam conspicio montes et tempestates potentiam divinam ubique tum anima te laudat carmine quam magnus es! quam magnus es! tum anima te laudat carmine quam magnus es! quam magnus es!
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
o domine
o tempestas ira caeli moles ingens nihili te pervertis ubi aestas aerum pulsat calide nunc appares vorax nubes tenebrarum columna tum evanes tam occulte quam intrasti resonans
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
o tempestas
your salix for dreaming under fagus for swinging on platanus for shading beneath juniperus for grieving about quercus for remembering with liriodendron for reaching above prunus for sweetening up pinus for smelling around ilex for hiding behind acer for uplifting your heart tree
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
I'll be
Wash                                                   "I will" Change your underwear                                                   "I have" Be grateful                                                   "I am" OK, then I love you                                                   "I love you, too"
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Father to 12-year-old and back
Three gifts thou mad'st me a lullaby a jungle gym brothers Three I repaid thee a warning to stop walking before you fell headlong over a cliff a ride to David's graduation grandchildren Three ills I bear thee I was born a Blue Devil John got away with everything you didn't take us to Disney World Three which now share we a name sore knees memories Three debts I owe thee Robert the Rose Horse A million questions, answered and unanswered An invitation to sing at chapel By three I know thee father brother friend
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
III
Farewell June June, adieu cicada whispers swaying pines clear blue skies and mountains of clouds unending solitude "Cannonball!" patchwork quilt of imagination hero's quest 'neath sycamores tree-lined avenues carve terraced tunnels through homeward hills asphalt voyages past nodding corn and ice cream (beat) All my Junes line up like aunts and uncles - eyes upon me as I sail away
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Ave atque vale
And I passed people on the highway in front of a pile of their belongings spilled upon the shoulder from a bloated pickup bed At church someone told the tale and added that motorists honked at the owners when they tried to walk back to where the spill began and collect their mattress love seat lamp shade stuffed giraffe "like they ain't already got enough problems" one sagely concluded And when I walked by no one honked at the arm leg kidney ear patella fourth metatarsal shattered soul ejected at high speed as I fell apart parts dropped like breadcrumbs too something to stop and pick them up No one gaped no one braked I suppose no one was inconvenienced by my disintegration Some days I'd rather be a problem four tires facing up rolled over in a ditch beyond the mangled guard rail honking cars audience to my broadcast indignation desperation loneliness regret I'd rather be a byword some days as kind church ladies tut-tutted over my predicament and shushed the busy, impatient drivers Yeah -- like I ain't already got enough problems Right?  See?
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
No amount of duct tape can keep this wreck together
let us gather blessed broken people seated closing ranks around the table over sounds and smells of plenty arm ourselves with forks and smiles and silence let us pray for those invited those who come to spite the invited those who come in spite of the invited let us pour and taste the wine of kinship cultivated vows kept and broken words weighed and found wanting seconds pass the potatoes let's eat let us let us
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
communio sanctorum