Life
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Enlarged Heart
Last night, my adopted son who bears my name met his paternal biological grandparents for the first time.
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Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
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Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
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Inexplicable Incarnation
Who would do / This / On purpose?
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Then What?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome. Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
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Punt.
More sleep means haiku
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Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
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Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
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There Are No Rules – #SoCS
Opposites attract, Except, of course, when they Don’t.
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The Gambler
He took the news while looking bold; He chose to bet instead of fold.
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2 Buds Sit
One eschews the Liquid Courage that brought them together.
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Brightening
I swear I’ve been here before
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On Advent – VII: Wait With Me
Life cycles.
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On Advent – V: Artificial Perfection
They thought / They were / Making / Memories
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On Advent – I: Love Has Freed Us All
Life finds a way / Love finds a way / Amor nos omnes liberavit
