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 Stockings of flawless, sheer Koan silk you wear (otherwise naked) for Celadus. Then you draw his nearly waist-length dreads away from... [read more] |
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Celadus' much younger boyfriend, Lexi---clad in sheer stockings that Celadus ordered for him from Kos; and, otherwise naked---comes mor... [read more] |
 This morning I received a call A man inquired of me Could I inform him if I have Medicare Part A & B? Told him I have Medic... [read more] |
 He was very talented and he has died at the age of 87. After living for many years, he died and went to Heaven. His best performance was tha... [read more] |
 With my flesh, I wrestle. For it is most hostile to mine spiritual growth. My desires, I loathe! Yet, in weak moments, I so easily gi... [read more] |
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I am grateful today… for how often I have smiled that, even at my age, I’ve retained the eyes I had as a child. How wherever I... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand… how raising a child is like planting a tree… We nurture them with love, food and water and su... [read more] |
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With her youngest child now in college…beginning her own life quest… Ali, our daughter…(as Deborah and I and so many parents before)... [read more] |
 "beneath my palm" Morning lake pale light slides along the water, loons calling from the reed‑shadows. Bare feet in the... [read more] |
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The Many Faces of Gideon Pepler Gideon Pepler walks the lane, a paper mask against the rain. Some say it hides a secret grin,... [read more] |
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"clarity" A whisper once lost in static now finds its echo in the open air. Doors unknocked begin to creak, hinges remem... [read more] |
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South of the Equator Wattle light breaks on the brim of his lines,gold pollen drifts through syllables like slow rain.Lorikeet... [read more] |
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Clad in hoodies and jeans, barefoot together, the boyfriends kiss---which seems, to them, logical after being barefoot together. Kyakuchuu [read more] |
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eye of the beholder Inside the iris, a soft glitch— not failure, a doorbell. Dust rings the bell of the pupil: enter, b... [read more] |
 At last, dear heart, the hush you craved is near, The dawn you whispered prayers into has come. The ache, the ache, that long held back your... [read more] |