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Saturday, January 27, 2007

ARTHRITIS

ARTHRITIS Osteo - night burglar, sleep robber, stealing in - knee and back sound alarm, chased away by pills and hot torrents, comes again night by night daylight comes misery. I cannot apprehend, only sit night vigils against pain. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 26, 2007

THE RIVER FOR WHICH ALL NAMES ARE TRUE

THE RIVER FOR WHICH ALL NAMES ARE TRUE There was once a river that flowed in slow meanders past a village. The people of the village honored the river; they gave it a name, they called it sacred and sought its favor, they loved its smooth tranquility, thinking that they alone were people of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

FIELD FIRE, OCTOBER, 1999

FIELD FIRE, OCTOBER, 1999 There were two harvests this year in the brown fields down the road: One, a great red mother beast named Case-International, sweeping as with fork and spoon whole plants into her maw, then loping off across the stubble to regurgitate digested beans into the mouth of her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

ROAD SALT

ROAD SALT They salt the roads here each winter. Though they say that it’s to melt the ice, I have to wonder what flavor they wish to enhance, for what future banquet the meat is being preserved. Perhaps the great grinding machine that crawls along behind orange barrels, feasting on battered,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

THE ROAD TO DREAMS

THE ROAD TO DREAMS Sunset contrails over Ohio from airliners converging on O’Hare Airport That way you have been seeking is the way of clouds at sunset - full of light that they can never see though they radiate fire and glory, shaped and split and rejoined by forces that are beyond their ken - yet... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 21, 2007

THERE IS AN INFINITE PATH

THERE IS AN INFINITE PATH There is an infinite path between each moment and itself, a road of now through a land of then, was on one side, will be on the other - and the two thens hold hands and embrace, becoming both each other and the forever now they create. Every moment must cross this path,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

THE ROAD MORE TRAVELED With deepest apologies to the spirit of Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And needing to somehow travel both, A bilocated clone, long I stood In gridlocked traffic and understood I was overbooked and yelled an oath And chose the one and not the other - On one,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 19, 2007

HAIKU #10

HAIKU #10 T.V. antenna blew down, breath of God saying “Come, watch My channel.” ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

REMEMBERING WHAT YOU ARE MEANT TO DO

REMEMBERING WHAT YOU ARE MEANT TO DO Our world is neither evil nor ugly. From the Beginning, your living in it was intended to add luster to its beauty, to enhance the goodness hidden in every moment. If all you dwell upon is darkness and misery, then these will be your world; beauty and joy and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

TOO SOON TO TELL

TOO SOON TO TELL I. It’s too soon to tell where this will go, this wandering train of thought. At this moment it’s here with you; the next, it’s rattling off to some depot of the soul where dreams and memories mingle on the platform and suitcase after suitcase, each one worn and battered from long... Sign in to see full entry.

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