Tag Archives: Death
Easter Morning
Good morning. Today is Easter Sunday. Lance and I ran into Nancy and Renny on our walk along the bayou. She wore large pink and white fuzzy rabbit ears . . . and sunglasses. “He is risen,” Nancy said, by … Continue reading
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Death At The Birthing Bed
Again, Emily concerns herself with potential coming into expression. #952, c. 1864 A Man may make a Remark — In itself — a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark In dormant nature — lain — Let … Continue reading
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Death and the Fairy
Late as usual for my Ash Wednesday installment, and now bump . . . this Mardi Gras Fairy has come down to earth. The details of my costume are so rich with nuance, I almost can’t render them here. Well … Continue reading
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