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Category Archives: Poetry

An Inventory of No Small Wonders and Peculiar Graces

Lance Odegard I don’t deserve friends in my living room late at night laughing, or lake swimming in August, or the smell of onions frying in a pan.

Falling Falling: A Poem

Bethely Cameron bustle and fluster of flurries falling in bunches on branches extended like fingers to catch white ribbons that lay along their lines

Follow the Leader

and a little Child will lead them. – Isaiah 11:6 . Ian and I play “follow-the-leader.” Ian, being five years old, plays the part of the leader.

Waiting Women

Long long ago… a weary woman went to the well vexed with her worthless life to quench her thirst what a surprise she had  when the Messiah she met who gave her Living water turning her into an evangelist.

“Sir Mix-a-Lot”

—onacrowdedbus— Rarely is another passenger’s HYPER-AMPLIFIED iPod personally a pleasurable experience