Thursday, December 31, 2009

IF IT'S BROKEN . . . 2009

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by Bill Sullivan Last time we met you said," So many things broken." Since then I have heard the cracking, the splitting, the plu...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009

NEW YEAR'S EVE 1941

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by Thomas Reynolds Two chairs put together Make a bed. The father’s coat, Dusty from the train, A blanket. Logs in the fireplace the murmur ...

RICE AND BEANS

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by Mel Brake Daddy how Many lies You want Me to tell About The War In Iraq And now About nuclear Weapons IN IRAN If I get In trouble Will yo...
Tuesday, December 29, 2009

SILENT NIGHT

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by Floyd Cheung shepherds keep watch angels sing the world’s desire rests cradled in a manger warm in the eye of the storm while Herod’s men...

GIFTS FOR THE END OF THE DECADE

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by Howie Good I give you burning towers as a source of light. I give you green troops to plug a gap that mutinies and desertions have torn i...
Monday, December 28, 2009

SERMON ON THE MOUNT

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by Andrew Hilbert wall street worships itself plastering photographs of themselves in fancy clothes drinking the best wines, smiling writing...
Sunday, December 27, 2009

CLIMBING THE TREE

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by Tom Kelly We tune out the preacher and ignore the priest, no longer feast on bread and wine, chuckle at the threat of brimstone and the h...
Saturday, December 26, 2009

Q AND A IN BRONSON PARK

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by Elizabeth Kerlikowske Does the tinsel swaddling itch? The molded plastic magi are big but not scary, except Balthazar. Does his left eye ...
Friday, December 25, 2009

CHRISTMAS

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by Laura Rodley Rise up and you can walk, Jesus said. Did they have cancer then? What if they hadn’t crucified him What if he’d stayed alive...
Thursday, December 24, 2009

CHRISTMAS 2009

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by David Chorlton We keep an old pigeon who can’t fly, can’t see, and who has lost the feathers on his back but we bring him in from his cag...

THIS CHILD

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by Janice D. Soderling was born on December 25, 1936 
in Berlin.
 She had a mother and a father
 who loved her fiercely and helplessly.
 She...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009

WHY DO BLACK MEN HAVE TO BE SO ANGRY?

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by Vincent F. A. Golphin Why do Black men have to be so angry? A white man asked. His tone and eyes told me His heart was too small And will...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009

I DREAMED I WAS PAT ROBERTSON

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by Richard Baldasty My sister collects snow globes, insists figures within are friends and family. Whether she truly believes or merely cov...
Monday, December 21, 2009

WINTER SOLSTICE

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by Mary Saracino Dark night Holy night Sun’s light Inner sight all that’s lost or seems to be lies coiled and cold beneath the soil slumberi...