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Broken is Not a SinLet me in.
Let me show you ‘broken’ is not a sin. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
WinningI am not sure if you’ve been watching the news Our new elect, President Trump, has been saying that We haven’t been winning. That America hasn’t been winning. That our free people don’t win. It’s weird because he mentions that we haven’t won wars. That we aren’t victors with spoils. That we aren’t the winners. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Stunned into SilenceYes, I agree it seems very practical
a common sense approach but it takes long strides of compassion, giant steps of empathy to become enlightened. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
We Weather GodsBy John Grey QuailBellMagazine.com All day, snow falling, collecting on the poles, the cars.
the roads, the fences, the houses - everything taken out of detail, now merely shape. Trees resist, though young saplings are bent like old men. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Plea to WinterBy John Grey QuailBellMagazine.com Please, no more snow.
Please, no more of this bitter wind. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
One More ExtinctionBy John Grey QuailBellMagazine.com The solitary sun
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Man CaveXavier’s nephew was starting to visit his house on Black Bear Street more. He surmised the young man was not getting along with his parents, with whom he lived on Floatplane Street during the summer when he was a forest firefighter, on summer vacation from paramedic training at Humber College. Some nights his nephew even slept in the spare bedroom in the basement, with his girlfriend, also a forest firefighter, who studied fire and emergency services at Texas A&M, since they both preferred the coolness downstairs, even though Xavier expressed concern about their health and well-being. The young couple insisted they were comfortable and the downstairs bedroom was cozy and cool, but Xavier worried about basement dampness and mold. The clutter and disorganization of his large collections of paperback and hardcover books, comic books, and vinyl records in the basement also bothered him. He worried it would discomfit them as well.
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A Day's Weatherheavy morning downpour
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The Forest's Part in My LifeBy John Grey QuailBellMagazine.com The forest renders me tiny and young and old in turn.
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Lesson UnlearntHer brain stood rooted to the curb
with an arm outstretched calling, |