Looking around there’s nothing that means anything. Not a shadow thrown by a lamp, or the look on my face reflected back from the polished sliding glass doors as I smell the crap from the litter box. I’m wearing out. Knees, wrinkled face… arthritic and old. And everything has no more meaning than all the [...]
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no place to hide by Father Luke
Posted in Father Luke, tagged poetry on January 13, 2010 | 3 Comments »
something other than myself by Father Luke
Posted in Father Luke, tagged Father Luke, poetry on July 7, 2009 | 8 Comments »
A sheriff is diverting traffic. A mother bear is trying to drag her dead cub off the highway. Nothing is more important to me now than slowing to a stop, and allowing another their grief. We are, all of us, so alone.
