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The light is too bright, hollering, “pay attention!” as it shouts from the sky across the clouds. The evening kidsounds beckon and burst across the air saying, “come out and play”, and night birds dining on dusky bug meals chatter in their bickering, “feed me! feed me!” Quiet is hard to find on these long-lighted…
Barbara Crooker is a quiet soul and a richly talented woman. I first heard Barbara’s “voice” via a broadcast of ‘Prairie Home Companion’ when Garrison Keillor read one of her poems. I continued to discover her voice and work as it appeared in various publications, Rock and Sling, Christianity and Literature, The Christian Century, Spiritus, and…
I never dreamed one day I’d be parsing a picture book explaining to five year olds that yes, a black man was shot by someone who hated him because of the color of his skin, and before he died he had a Dream for children just like them. After the story (required), they—with their earnest,…
Write the world a story –one of your very own– with a beginning like no other. Paint a picture only you can paint with brushes dipped in days and nights of liquid life when it pools and puddles. Illustrate the middle and tell us how it is, with all the color, the light, the dark…
I’m in my son’s backyard with 3 of the Littles….2 ½, 4 ½ and 6. We are trying to beat the heat—-in a wading pool the size of well, you know, a wading pool. Twelve inches of water have been splashed down to eight, there is bubble wand residue floating in and among the grassy…
I always come home to you, Your smile, your arms, your lips. Strong as the anchors of a ship, Tethering my wandering, wondering heart. There is a safety in our past, Landmarks of history, Reminding me why I’m here A…