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Some poetry…

Paternal Staccatoed laughter matching the rhythm of his racing feet. Changing his pace to say both "Come on boy!" and "You're not gonna beat me!"   Silence but for the hum of the sterile hospital. His unsteady footfalls say both "I can do this!" and "Your will,...
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update: On Beauty | Lecture & Art Exhibit

event update: We were excited to participate this past Friday night in a combination art show and lecture on the topic of Beauty at Kirk’s childhood church, Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Newark, Delaware. About 80 people came to the event where six...
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The submission of Poetry

The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being. The kiss is still itself though no words were...
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The admission of Poetry

I came upon poetry late in life, and am sorry for that fact. It was four years after I arrived in New York City, the spring of 2002 that I first discovered the wonders of a well turned phrase. I was 34. An invitation came to me for a gathering where poet and soon to...
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Some poetry…

Nov 30, 2012 | , ,

Paternal Staccatoed laughter matching the rhythm of his racing feet. Changing his pace to say both...