February 28, 2019 For Myles & Theo - July 2020 - Two Blessings in a Troubled & Troubling Year Once I saw waitingFor the light to changeOn a busy cornerAn African-American boyA studentFrom a nearby schoolA tall boyOf a light black-colored skinRound pleasant face, gentle faceEyes ahead...
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One Day, It Will Only Be One
March 6, 2019 Just fainting she saidNot eaten for a while Serving dinner at church Finished, awaiting her own filet mignon An extra Sitting high on a stool Felt faint, hand outstretched Security camera caught it all Yes, outstretched armThen outReally whacked head on floorThey saidOuch Able to...
Postcard Stories – The Doge’s Palace Seen from San Giorgio Maggiore – Claude Monet – 1908 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art
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Notes on Postcard Stories
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Our God is the Hands of Jesus
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Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020
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The Emperor of Japan
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