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Complaints are afoot in certain close quarters That my poems don’t rhyme, they’re merely imposters. The grandchildren ask me, “Is that how you write one? I’m not really sure, Nana, your kind’s the right one.” “There’re no matching endings, really no reasoning. It’s like eating roast beef without any seasoning. Tasteless and boring, and lacking…
The Daily News “They came out of the tombs and after Jesus’ resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.” -Matthew 27:52,53 There it was buried, just a short paragraph News so astounding I wanted to laugh. I’d never read it, but this time ‘twas clear Hundreds of people once dead…
I always come home to you, Your smile, your arms, your lips. Strong as the anchors of a ship, Tethering my wandering, wondering heart. There is a safety in our past, Landmarks of history, Reminding me why I’m here A…