Author: platosgroove@gmail.com
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A note to a friend in Grief
This was written some months ago to a friend. We were talking about the ancient winter-time celebrations and the mysterious allure some of us feel about them. I thought that I would publish this in the hope it might be an encouragement to someone who is waiting for a new word to be spoken into…
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WordPress help for those as painfully ignorant as I
I made a new friend a couple of days ago. I got over my head with the technical aspects of blogging so deeply I was ill. There was a real threat that my redneck roots would leave me hammer in hand with a broken computer in pieces before me. Providence or synchronicity or blind luck…
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A Father’s Province – Audio
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They have eyes of blue and hearts of gold. Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. They are of me, yet profoundly Other than me. Their dependence decreases, moment by moment, choice by choice, as personality and character coalesces. Soul becomes known. Small round bodies, unsure, become angular, strong and elegant. Hints of the…
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Painful Grace
Bones ache Muscles burn Feet feel each step, every inch Joints creak like a rusty hinge In spite of the fluid that settles around my knees There is white in my beard now and it’s spreading It must be heavier than the dark brown My back hurts from the weight I never imagined being sore…