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Dear Spring,: April 2013
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Sunday, April 7, 2013. The Grapes of Wrath. I grew up in Steinbeck land and was forced to read all of his shorter works in middle school: The Pearl, The Red Pony,. And a few longer works like Cannery Row. I am teaching American Studies this year and felt like I have a teacherly duty to say something about Great Depression and this iconic work. So, I tentatively picked up The Grapes of Wrath. Before I knowed it, I was sayin' out loud, 'The hell with it! Learn Gonna lay in the grass, open an' honest with a...
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Dear Spring,: May 2013
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Sunday, May 26, 2013. Snapshots of a year. For as long as I can remember writing I have always kept some sort of journal or diary. In elementary school I had a Lion King journal with a heart shaped lock; now I write in much more austere black and white composition notebooks, anything that can be procured cheaply or re-purposed. I journeyed from Wichita, Kansas and back to Seattle in a whirlwind wedding weekend. Here are some thoughts over the course of an-almost-year. Omnis cellula e cellula.
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I read about how You touched them, and they were healed...: December 2008
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I read about how You touched them, and they were healed. What's on my mind. Wednesday, December 3, 2008. Upon hearing about the terrible things that happened in India this past week, a song came to mind that was commonly heard in India.the only words to the entire song were as follows. You love India, I love India, We love India. Pray for India, pray for India, Pray for India! Pray for India, pray for India, pray for India! This is the Day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be Glad in it".
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Dear Spring,: Poem for Memorization
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Sunday, September 1, 2013. 8220;In the evening we shall be examined on love.”. St John of the Cross. And it won’t be multiple choice,. Though some of us would prefer it that way. Neither will it be essay, which tempts us to run on. When we should be sticking to the point, if not together. In the evening there shall be implications. Our fear will change to complications. No cheating,. We’ll be told, and we’ll try to figure out the cost of being true. To ourselves. In the evening when the sky has turned.
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Dear Spring,: For Florentino: Saint of Desperate Lovers
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Saturday, July 13, 2013. For Florentino: Saint of Desperate Lovers. 8220;My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.”. Florentino Ariza, Love in the Time of Cholera. And in each chamber is a lover. That I do not want or do not need. But cannot extract and sometimes. These phantoms of passion and history that never. Truly belonged to me bring condolences. And more frequently a searing nostalgia that provokes. Old men to throw themselves from old bridges. For the good fortune of too much loving.
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Dear Spring,: September 2013
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Sunday, September 1, 2013. 8220;In the evening we shall be examined on love.”. St John of the Cross. And it won’t be multiple choice,. Though some of us would prefer it that way. Neither will it be essay, which tempts us to run on. When we should be sticking to the point, if not together. In the evening there shall be implications. Our fear will change to complications. No cheating,. We’ll be told, and we’ll try to figure out the cost of being true. To ourselves. In the evening when the sky has turned.
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Dear Spring,: September 2012
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Saturday, September 29, 2012. Today I have my cranky pants on. So that I ooze irritability. I’m cranky about my bumpy bus commute. That reeks of stale beer, cranky about unpaid overtime,. Cranky about the cell phone dropped in water,. And the headband that pinches. Cranky without a caffeine and sugar fix,. Cranky because I am so behind on piles of paperwork. Bills, dental appointments, and car repairs. Cranky because I’ve gained fifteen pounds. And can’t even fit into. The dance of drawing inward.
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Dear Spring,: Summer Farming Art
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