Hey! Come down to earth.
Up there the rarefied air
can give you nosebleeds.
The intellect is a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.
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- BMV
- A forty-something religious educator who who has foregone the pleasures of writing for oneself for too long.
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April
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- Haiku #14: Hope Stirs
- Haiku #15: The Letter on My Door
- Dancing with St. Francis
- Haiku # 16: Joy Bursts in the Mouth
- A Prayer for Angels on the Street
- Why Now?
- Haiku # 17 Lonely Bed
- On "Falling Upward"
- Haiku # 18 Fireflowers
- 3 Haikus on Parting (# 19, 20, 21)
- What's with the haikus?
- Haiku # 22 Hey Up There
- Prayer to a Gentle God
- Christ's Wounds and Ours
- Haiku # 23 Break Your Heart Like Bread
- Haiku # 24 On Trying to Write Poetry in the City o...
- Haiku # 25 Inspiration
- Haiku #26 On Trying to Write Poetry in the City of...
- Haiku #27 A Friendship Renewed
- Jesus when I cling to Thee Only then shall I be fr...
- Confessions of a Poetry Fool
- Tar Baby Thoughts
- Hold On to the Thread
- Bougainvilleas
- Haiku # 28 Missing
- 3 Haikus on a Hillside (# 29, 30, 31)
- Loser
- Dancing on the Waves
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