The Deep by debgrant Tender, What if I wrote my prayers to you? It is a ridiculous idea. I barely speak or think prayers to you these days. I witness displays of power in the deeds of puny men and a few women. I witness hordes speaking for you. Little old testament gods
Dog and Bird by debgrant It sounds like the name of a British pub. An African Grey parrot and a Red Piebald Wirehair dachshund. I am their human. They …
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Far Side of the Moon by debgrant I went to sea in a ship because I wanted to see what I couldn’t see from where I sat. I sailed from my up, my north to…
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Holy Week by debgrant I thought this week felt like a whole season. Or maybe it was the time change that threw me off….it didn’t help. But it involved …
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Less of a poem today….let’s call it a conversation. I’ll have mine with sparkling wine with my shoes off under the table. Louise Gluck, Nobel prize win…
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The Choreography of Goodbye by debgrant Arrright, take care. I didn’t know how often I said it or how it sounded until it was mimicked by a friend. Arr…
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poems, pandemic, pulpitries
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Beulah Land by debgrant Sometime last month it happened. I don’t know when exactly, but I knew it happened like the New Hampshire river rock happened t…
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