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Road to Gilead
Monday, January 14, 2008
Mark and his Mandolin
January 14: Mandolin
Mark unwinds by playing his mandolin. He's still learning how, but making progress. I like to listen to him play. I love it when someone I love does something they love.
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We do not birth our words,
instead we speak in tongues,
whisper, hint.
Innuendo and hope
somehow seem more solid.
I am not your compass,
you are not a map.
We are only seekers,
fellow pilgrims
on the road to Gilead.
We have left behind
both weapon and shield,
carry only our audacious children,
fat and brown, dreams
of cool water and shade.
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Weekend
Catching Up
Mark and his Mandolin
Coffee Hour
January 12: Sculpture
Lazy, Just Lazy
Getting in My Own Way (Again)
Project Simplify, year two
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