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"this is the world as best as I can remember it"

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Christos Anesti!

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Tonight I will be attending the Orthodox service of Pascha which is known as "Easter" in the Western church.  It is a service ...
Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Only the Heart

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As time passes and memories fade only the heart  will forever keep what is most precious in this short life. ***
Monday, April 25, 2016

The Carpenter Bees

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Carpenter bees roam  the dandelions and  purple-flowered weeds  of my backyard, startled  from their perch by  the wheels o...
Friday, April 22, 2016

The Rookie

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I'm one of the parents who tends to come to my son's baseball practices and games to help out where I can without having to car...
Friday, April 15, 2016

Bedtime Routine

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Night has fallen and the darkness draws close looking for entrance into our home through crack or crevice. The kids are in bed and I...
Thursday, April 07, 2016

"Peace"

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In February of '91 I was flown down to Ft. Benning, Georgia to start Basic Training at twenty two years of age after talking to a recru...
Thursday, March 31, 2016

bones

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The ego makes its demands and empties the soul of its substance like a carnivorous T-rex whose flesh has long le...
Wednesday, March 16, 2016

St. Hoosierus

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St. Hoosierus, play at the Hall for us winners... Overshadow us with your courtly might, drive the paint and spring into fli...
Thursday, March 10, 2016

An Empty Space

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An empty space, long as a mile, deep as an ocean, that echoes with the sounds of wants that are mistaken for needs, end- lessly mu...
Monday, March 07, 2016

What Do You Want From Me?

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I love how music evokes images and emotions in the mind and can even tell stories without words.  I've been listening to some Pink ...
Friday, March 04, 2016

Like a Drink of Water

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Like a desert oasis for the busy bedouin is a hug in the midst of life's stressors. Like a drink of water for the wilderness explo...
Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Visionary

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He was a visionary, and by that I mean he wore bifocal glasses, but not just any glasses, rimless ones that were suspended be- fore...
Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Remembering Family

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This is how I will always remember them, Anya as the baby, Elias as the little boy, and Greta full of doggy exuberance. They are not ...
Saturday, February 06, 2016

I Will Not Write

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Today I will not write.  Instead, I will look through my photos and dream up ways of manipulating them using some apps and my imagination.  ...
Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Seeing Stars

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It was a warm and breezy night outside of my army base in South Korea.  I had just finished teaching an English class in the small to...
Monday, February 01, 2016

The Things They Carried

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I am reading Tim O'brien's "The Things They Carried" and just learned that he was 43 years old when he began writing...
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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Clock Man and the Infinity Witch

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Inspired by Elias's story The Clock Man They had met before, Clock Man and the Infinity Witch, several times, in fact. The ...
Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Dair Mar Elia has Fallen

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I stood in the monastery courtyard on the outskirts of Mosul and watched the blackbirds fly silently over my head, the war quickly for...
Tuesday, January 19, 2016

The Tether

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It felt like his luck was running out, tether let out inch by inch, year by year, anchored in the bedrock of the remote past when hi...
Sunday, January 10, 2016

I am GI Joe

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Some time in the mid-seventies I had a GI Joe doll that I loved like the little brother I'd never had.  And by little, I mean ten i...
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“Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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