Daily Archives: November 17, 2010

The Backhand Gift: a blessing

What blessing would you seek to earn from some force named by other men, who think to teach so all will learn to reap the future’s might have beens? Continue reading

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Natural Blues: a blues sonnet

Every fire begins with just a spark. Yes, every fire it starts with just a spark; comes out of nothing, somewhere in the dark. Every morning starts before the dawn. Each morning has its start long before dawn; it stops its sleeping, has to ramble on. Continue reading

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