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Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
10 January, 2020

"Give me things that don't get lost*" (Why retirement is a myth)

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I never really noticed Dad's age, even when he got sick. He still went to work. He still attended Cincinnati Bengals home games. He w...
03 February, 2012

Tomorrow Today Forever

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I think I'll wander down to New Orleans and sit in the Saint Louis Basilica to pray. All the mad prophets say to know god, you must kno...
12 September, 2011

Poem - A Statement on Spirits and Spirituality

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I am more likely to trust a drunk who tells me There is a God than I am someone who has never suffered the indignity of being looked down ...
13 January, 2010

Pendleton Underground: Part 6 of 7

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I’ve always hated the smell of hospitals. The particular odor of death, urine, and bleach that’s unique to all hospitals and nursing homes f...
28 December, 2009

The Last Meditation

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Though I am neither confident enough (nor cocky enough) to call on god, of this I am fairly certain: no bad deed goes unrewarded. If I seem ...
04 August, 2009

Let Fancy Paint the Tyrant of My Heart (or, The Happy Travelers)

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R ent was due, I was out of booze, and the only food I had left was half a jar of off brand jam. There wasn’t any work to be had. I tried se...
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