Tag Archives: All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes

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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Disapproved

I’ve been praying to a god I love to hate, the one whose ears were closed to me I was told The me publicly disapproved, the one wrong associate the one with the bastard child, the one not quite remorseful, … Continue reading

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What do you have to say for yourself?

“All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body and sing for days and days and days about God.” ~ Hafiz Continue reading

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