Monthly Archives: November 2019

870 Baby-Boon 11-18-19

Each baby born is the resultant child of all that’s happened since God said, “Let the Big-Bang begin!” Every baby born is bequeathed a boon at birth. That boon: The genetic predisposition towards a glorious-eternal-destiny, guaranteed!!! How else could it … Continue reading

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869 Don’t Rush To Flush, But, Flush! 11-19-19

Whenever I flush, I say, “Good-bye, me!” to the remains of, for instance, last nights crab-cake supper. You see, that IS me, whirl pooling around at the bottom of the commode but, a no-longer-useful-part-of-me, just stuff, devoid of vitamin-C, minerals, … Continue reading

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868 What My Wife and I Do well. 11-7-19

We make our bed each morning, our daily ritual. The litergy goes back to our beginnings. Pillow-case patterns parallel each other in perfect unison. Bed-spread, folded back, just so. The razor-edge of quilt tucked back beneath the mattress like Marines … Continue reading

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867 FX for the Book of Job 11-6-19

I’m taking the liberty of using the license granted to poet and poetry to expand upon that allegory of the actor who runs onto the stage screaming, “Fire! Fire! The theatre is on fire! Grab the hoses! Use the water! … Continue reading

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