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Prose Poem Hybrid — Through the surf gap (he) Breaking noise barriers Change changes changes Glows beastly guitar Bespectacled, “He’s A good looking fella.” Offering l’chaims for Our hubris “Braakbakbirvreeeeee,” says the guitar Scribble robbler Scribble rabble Clangen farben Bood gad god Swing Bang You: “I saw him at the Knitting Factory in 1987 With the…

Your Thoughts Will Rule Your Day — Devotionals Increases Our Understanding Lu Skerdoo has made me think about all the devotional pages I have written over the years. This article is partially based on a sermon I heard by a precious pastor who is now in Heaven. He taught me so much when I was a baby Christian. He came to…

Wednesday Prose Poem: speaking of Carter — She was like a piano in a country where everybody has had their hands cut off — Angela Carter, “Black Venus” Unapproachable — or I’m not making any headway — against the vast white tub where you rest — where you escape the torment of my incoming wave — in…

A Poetic Response to: linking the image — The pasture stretches between the highway and the river, A throwback to 100 years ago, a time when family farmers were the norm, When everyone had a milk cow, chickens, and a garden of veggies. The pasture holds a small herd of cows, A rather unusual, rare breed: The Belted Galloway, black and white, an…

A Sonnet — From the orchid left in the common room, spikes once, from the mottled snake plant that shed its skin, from the peace lily that bowed its head, you coaxed again green tendrils, buds, and blooms. Others assumed they were dying. Too soon they defined the brown, wilted, drooped. You fed them with love and sunshine and…