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The Midnight Hour
Tonight I wrote a prose/journal piece for AllPoetry.com, and I couldn’t help sharing it here. Some pieces are just… well, you want to save them in your little treasure shoebox. I suppose, in many ways, that’s what this space has become for me. My treasure shoebox, like the ones we had when we were kids.…
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An Everyday Moment, or a Quiet Epiphany?
In the quiet corner of an ordinary yard, a single yellow iris unfurls like a quiet epiphany—its ruffled petals glowing against gray siding. What hidden promise lies beneath the surface of our everyday moments? A reflection on patience, seasonal beauty, and the sacred that blooms right where we are.
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Holy Thursday, From a Bed of Blankets
Weeks into a health situation that has me on partial bed rest, still waiting on tests and surgical clearance, I find myself in this familiar nest of blankets and dim light. It’s not where I planned to spend Holy Week. But maybe it’s exactly where I needed to be.
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