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April 28, 2010 at 12:54 pm ( Uncategorized. I am a blogging nomad… visit me here, now, sweet friends: in the hush of the moon. Will you take care of me forever? April 23, 2010 at 12:56 pm ( Uncategorized. Face red he lies, eyes under pillow, me touching hand where the tarnished gold of ring digs deep worn farm-boy finger. he can’t move, for the migraine blinding fast, and i remember, eight years ago, me cooling fever-forehead and him asking shaky, “will you take care of me forever? And soon, to follow th...
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imperfect prose on thursdays | imperfect prose
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Imperfect prose on thursdays. July 15, 2010 at 5:21 pm ( Uncategorized. This is going to be a place where we dig word-deep. where we uncover language lure, and breathe poetry. prose. in the name of faith. We are broken people. let’s celebrate our redemption. let’s make a theology of the arts on thursdays. If you want to link up with me, just use the button code below, or guide your readers to “in the hush of the moon.”. Center a href=” http:/ canvaschild.blogspot.com/” img. July 16, 2010 at 1:58 am.
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fragile thoughts soon forgotten: November 2005
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Fragile thoughts soon forgotten. Wednesday, November 30, 2005. Staring at the rain. At 88 years old. I turn back to my tea. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:07 AM. Links to this post. Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Sometimes i have to remind myself. He's more than a friend. We laugh, driving along at our usual hour,. A&W smells and the hungry homeless. Sometimes i have to breathe romance back into. Otherwise we just 'live together'. Turn the corner on our way to work. Maybe...
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fragile thoughts soon forgotten: December 2005
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Fragile thoughts soon forgotten. Friday, December 30, 2005. Every morning feels like. A movie that never ends. My black and white existence. And the banquet to follow. Throw off your rags of yesterday. Dance with me in the. No more tears of boredom or sadness. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 6:56 AM. Links to this post. Thursday, December 29, 2005. Ugly stains of past sorrows gone, replaced with laugh-lines. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:08 AM. Links to this post.
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fragile thoughts soon forgotten: July 2005
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Fragile thoughts soon forgotten. Saturday, July 30, 2005. Nectar of the gods. Ordinarily bananas or apples. Purple, juicy gem of the. Bolted doors of resentment. No more homeless nights. I can afford fruit. A giant balloon -. Juice drips like my. And pick up the. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 9:22 PM. Friday, July 29, 2005. In you my fears, my. Hold my hand, believe my. Teach me how to laugh and. Send me to the. Buy me flowers, run a mile. Conquer mountains, climb a.
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fragile thoughts soon forgotten: October 2005
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Fragile thoughts soon forgotten. Monday, October 31, 2005. Daily petting the cat that lingers. Like you're trying to touch the sky. In a stony heart. For one so young. Your face is very. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:12 AM. Like a flame in a. Branches lick the windows. Tied together by a. Frightened by the unknown. You step out the door. I follow dragging books music paintings not. We face the storm. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 6:55 AM. Friday, October 28, 2005.
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fragile thoughts soon forgotten: June 2005
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Comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}. Fragile thoughts soon forgotten. Thursday, June 30, 2005. Sobbing "i give up". Cracking, breaking in crazed abandon over the. Me sinking onto the floor. Rock bottom, he whispers. His lungs give way to silence, gasping air, and he waits. I pray heaven flood his soul this hour. I pray angels lift his heart and mend its gaping. Posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:06 AM. Wednesday, June 29, 2005. For better or for worse. Man to man they stand. Defying standards we so. Child of ...
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gasp for grace | imperfect prose
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April 7, 2010 at 12:40 pm ( Uncategorized. He doesn’t know i’m watching him. little feet slipping fuzzy-socked leaping high on floor-boards, arms stretched wide as if to die on unseen cross only he’s very much alive, chuckling at the colours in the room, at the sounds and smells and sights only baby-eyes can see and i stop doing mother things to feel the grace in this undone moment. Grace in the un-doing. in the un-being. in the un-aware. Find more stories of the holy at. April 7, 2010 at 1:37 pm. Fill i...
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snapshots of life overseas: October 2006
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Snapshots of life overseas. Sunday, October 29, 2006. Emerging from our 'shells'. Posted by kanadians in korea at 7:12 PM. Wednesday, October 25, 2006. Written in contemplation over our leaving young life ministry and moving to korea). What does it all mean anyway? Wrestling with value, purpose, identity, last night i couldn't sleep. haunted by my own ghosts, little fears dancing above my head, making me lose faith in whoever i've become. What is this life? And am i stepping along the right path? We also...
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snapshots of life overseas: February 2007
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Snapshots of life overseas. Wednesday, February 28, 2007. Day 4 - temple of heaven. Today the clouds lifted and the sun cyphered through as we strolled through the courtyards of the Temple of Heaven. the temple itself was beautiful, but more enamoring to my eye were the people . Mothers with their babies,. After crashing for a couple of hours at the hotel, we were then picked up and escorted to a Peking Duck dinner and a Chinese Opera (which ended up being delightful, after the characters stopped singing...
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