Tag Archives: All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes

Driving the Slipstream

On the last leg of the five-hour trip I hear a thought: There is such a thing as a highway slipstream. No sooner have I thought it than I become aware of two silvery ghost cars up ahead of me, … Continue reading

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I am

I am a hobo at heart it seems despite my preference for first-class or at least all amenities available. ~ I am fed, watered, relaxed in the sun as the landscape flashes by. It is a brilliant day in body … Continue reading

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Old Yeller

Wit’s End … is usually a gift. Continue reading

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Remember

Remember you are loved. Remember there are so very many who are glad you were born. Continue reading

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Remembering Tomorrow

It wasn’t Heinlein’s line after all … RunawayKeyboard Continue reading

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The autumn and the winter of the years

“…out of nothing … Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet.” Continue reading

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Riverside Drive

“I was an adult / before I realized closets / have no inside knobs” Continue reading

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