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               My grandfather turns ninety-two today.  We have him over for dinner.  He always says, in his age, he doesn’t much anymore.  Maybe that’s something one comes to say when one doesn’t eat as they once did; when one’s company, life-partner—and cook—are passed and meals are made more plain and common and mostly for one’s […]

        My mind is tired.  I sit on the porch in the evening time.  Thoughts don’t form.  Nothing clears.  Nothing focuses.           Sometimes,  this too is prayer—when without words or thought, we quiet enough to finally listen.         And so I do.         Miracle.         Through wall, my son plays […]

        I failed.           I failed yesterday to finish a field—I buried the planter in mud after dark with forty acres left in ground that was dry “on top.”         I failed to make it to the start of my son’s baseball game for his he and his team […]

               I hit fly balls to my son in our backyard.  I don’t know how many I’ve hit or how many I have in me.                 He could run them down and catch and throw them back all day.  He would if he could.                He sprints.  He dives.  He lays out.  He catches most, […]

               It is raining this morning, and by it’s good fortune, I was able to come home.                 Our sons messaged me.  The ceiling of the basement was leaking, but not from the rain.  They told me location, reference points of the room and had a good idea.                “Do you think it’s the washer?” […]

               A month to the day, we laid my wife’s grandfather to final rest.  After, we went to his home one final time in look on all that was there, to divide and spread amongst the families all that might be wanted before the rest was auctioned, given, or thrown away.                Outside of his […]