Friday, December 27, 2013

Nod to the boys of Stephens Street

It has begun.

Doug was born 12.12.53
making him the first
to cross the imaginary line.
The rest of us were ’54.
I think I’m next.
Mid-march, eighteenth to be exact,
about two weeks before Steve.
Denny follows on April fifth.
Donnie may have been the youngest,
maybe a summer birthday.

And Lee Ann, she was the only girl,
and I don’t remember her DOB.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Logic? I’ll take football.

Here is my piece in the current catapult magazine:

Logic? I'll take football.

My heart can be pulled and tears called forth in numerous settings. Books, movies, songs and, I might as well admit, TV shows and commercials can all overwhelm me. A heartfelt conversation, whether with a friend or someone I have just met, can lead to a place of wonder.

I’m drawn in and it happens. Something whispers of something deeper: life as I hope and dream it could or should be; forgiveness, grace, reconciliation, second chances, unbelievable tenacity and peace; taste of the holy, of something more.

I think I’ve always had a sensitive side and I think it may be growing in intensity with age. Maybe I am more aware of it and have no interest in holding it back...

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