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The night of a storm, a duck banged into the window. That’s Quackers, my daughter said. Rain fell onto the window. Branches tapped the walls. I came to the window. There was the duck in the mud on its back. It did not move like a duck, but like meatContinue Reading

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“Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life, / The middle tree and highest there that grew, / Sat like a cormorant.” John Milton The cormorant finds me walking aloneand dives right intakes over my left ventricleand changes my blood into salt waterI feel held for the firstContinue Reading

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I was riding a blind horse down the center of town Horns honked Women screamed Men heehawed mouths wide open– all I could see is calamity; the horse saw nothing, followed the guidance of my gentle nudge of the reins on his neck showing him his way home after cashingContinue Reading

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Billy was a good Christian as he walked to school. Billy had been a good Christian all weekend and for the last four years since his mom let him get baptized at the tender age of 7. He was glad to have direction in his life and he carried God’sContinue Reading