Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Hair Care

How does a beautician do it?  
Cut my hair so I walk out of there
looking smart and styled, 
only to appear in the mirror 
the next day
looking dumb and chopped.



***

He said,  "Do you know a Theodore?"
"No,"  she said.  "But I know two Teds.  

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Yes, back to writing





Old
A Polka Dance shirt is plaid with snaps.
"Dad,  you don't want one of those."  
***

Arts and Crafts and Myrtle.  gentle spirit.  more to her.  but who knew it.  
she died last week,  but it's not too late for me.


***

I hear Cindy's feet pattering 
down the hallway and into the kitchen.
She is wheel chair bound with MS.
So yes, I was dreaming...dreaming turned
into a prayer request.


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Day Care Provider

   She has disease spots
all over her body,  that sister of mine.  
   A child in her daycare asks,  touching  her face,  "What are they?" and decides, 
 "I like them.  They look like butterflies."


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Early Rain AT 3 AM
Not all the snow on the ground has melted yet.  
Spring.
March 29th.  The celebration of Christ entering the city 
with a chorus of Hosannas and palm branches alongside. 
 Christ still in the flesh,  who wept a second time
knowing the joy and sorrow and the joy to come for the people and for Jerusalem. 

Catching UP

 Legacy Grant?

   The red haired girl on Minnesota PBS strums a base fiddle - a tipped up wash tub attached to a stick and some strings.  (It sounds like an Appalachian thing.)
   In the midst of Minnesota's flat farmland, my grandmother played Christmas Carols on an upright piano.
   She washed clothes in a wash tub plunked
outdoors in the snow.
   On a wash board.
   Water heated in a copper kettle on top of a gas stove.
   Five children with clean frocks and corduroy pants.
   Five times she had pneumonia.

   On the top of her piano,  a vase, and brown tone photograph, alongside a little black plaque with painted flowers and a verse "And the peace of God,  which passes all understanding,  will keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."  Philippians 4:7.
   I saw it there when I first learned to read. 

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I no longer intend to strive
but embrace the quiet of my life. 

***
Contrast is good.
It sharpens the point like a pencil.

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I'm writing again.
It feels like getting in touch 
with an old friend.


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I write before the King of Kings, 
How wonderful an audience is that?