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  • Hope from the Ground

    Sometimes things look bad. In three minutes it was all gone. A rampaging wind howled unmerciful, In its wake, Destruction, sorrow, loss. “Yesterday we were planning our garden. How will we go on?” “You’re upset. I get it. But does our hope rest in things that can be blown away? Look…” Bright red tulips blossomed…

  • Hands Down the Best Dip

    Everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw the chair occupied by the violin. I smiled, keeping quiet. Joey was putting together the last of his famous dip, jalepinos, bacon, grilled onions and cream cheese. The newest rage with his friends. It was Jake who asked first. Not a surprise. “What’s with the lonely ukulele?”…

  • Who’s Laughing Now?

    “So what are we playing?” Dad asked across the card table. “Hearts. We need love around here,” Mom said dealing cards out. “Agreed,” Jordan said. “If you guys loved me you’d let me go.” “You have a full scholarship.” “I’m talking a year as a comedian. I have shows already.” “Finish four at college then…

  • After This , Off to the Beach

    “Remember the little shop with those silky sun dresses? You had to have one even though you were wearing your favorite. And that ‘mind’ shop? You bought three ‘peace’ candles that melted in the sun. But those samples of hot cinnamon rolls, now those were worth stopping for even in ninety degree weather, remember? That…

  • Hanging Over Our Heads

      “Perspective is everything. Depending on how you angle it, What your expectation is, Male or female, although that one is up for grabs, Creative or Neanderthal . Oh, did I just say non-creative people are less intelligent? Whoops! But that too is how you look at it. Creativity can be a snare. Creativity can…

  • Slow Down

    The speed of light is crashing, Screeching to a halt, My mind pulls back, Slowing, sluggish, moving like molasses, Sweet, and crystal dark, A river of calm. I will not know myself in the weeks to come, Or even remember just what it was that prickled my heart, And shredded my thoughts, Once I cross…

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