The Ampersand 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Ah, the ampersand!

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>A glorious path

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Uniting, bringing

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Ideas, people,

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>All things

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Together

Under My Blankets

Blanket to my chin

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Arms tucked underneath

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I resist motion

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Thinking of the fresh snow

As I Blink

I blink

A child’s born

Another blink

He stands

The next

He walks

Each moment

Gently changes

The world

Heart of Stone

Her heart of stone
Sedimentary rock
Made of pressure
Upon layers of
Heartache and
Pain 

I drove through this town 
Historically Floridian
Just after dusk 

Children biked past 
To safe security 
Of electric lighting 
Dinners, cleanliness
And the dreams 
Of being beloved 

Yellowish glow 
Flows from glass 
Interrupting the night’s
Dark embrace. 

I wonder what 
Such sensation 
Feels like 

Fireflies 

As the firefly 

Moves across

The darkness 

Leaving a trail…

Moments fleeting 

Into memory

Then mist’s winds 

Drag them

Beyond the treetops 

Up to the stars 

An Oregon Memory 

Today I’m remembering  

Dreamy winters night’s 

Near the coast of Oregon 

A steady rain falling

Drinking coffee with friends 

Jazz plays from a small radio 

Voices of friends faded 

Some returned to dust 

This time so many ago 

Many rains have washed away

The memory dusty not gone

A digitized globe 

It delights me so 

Drifting across the earth 

Dropping a word here

Another there

One in France 

The next Africa 

Seconds pass 

Seeds planted 

Hope gently 

Kindled 

Saving Grace

Sometimes, my goal is
Simple: don’t screw things 
Up, don’t make it worse. 

Really, the best I offer?
Love, to care, gently holding 
Small pieces of this
Life, and try to help them 
Feel their glorious uniqueness.
Maybe, just maybe, bring a
Little bit more light into
This angry, bitter world.

Of such I dream.

Possibilities

I cannot explain
The depths of my heart
Nor can anyone clearly.

Perhaps that’s
What’s meant by
“We’re alone”.

Yet, when we go
Deeper than words
Touching souls becomes

Possible.