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Infinite God of immensity. Intimate God of intensity. Seeing-I God of propensity.

On this day in eighteen-two William Wordsworth took his cue. Walking nigh to Ullswater Lake Sister Dot said, “Need a break.” Daffodils in rank profusion set afire his elocution. Five years hence he got it right— the crowd, the host … Continue reading →

I dreamt the cops came looking for the dogs. My wife was nowhere to be found. I looked high and low. They were getting impatient. “Can I catch you later?” I wish I’d thought to say.

I dreamt some tyrant slowly crushed a hero’s head into the sand. “Now you’re both grounded” I wish I’d thought to say.

I dreamt a man with a chainsaw told me to come with him. “Sorry if I cut you off” I wish I’d thought to say.

This guy in a nursing home told me he beat Ford to the punch but then the creep went and stole his whole idea. “History is bunk” I wish I’d thought to say.

The Chins came back from the HMO, intoning “We betray you!” “That’s the way the cookie crumbles,” I wish I’d thought to say.

She let my chainsaw be, in the kitchen pantry, all winter long.

Jimi’s solo on “All Along the Watchtower” makes one fine ringtone. In ’67 Dylan held a neonate in his pickin’ hand. Hendrix howls how hey Father Bob’s survived his crash and planted flowers. Irony’s orphans! Princes keep the lonely view … Continue reading →

April Verch ladles a polska from her fiddle, agile in her flowery dress. Bobbing and weaving she spins dark tales of Sweden and cheesy agents. Cody thumps his bass. Hayes’ axe chases after. The Ottawa Valley firecracker’s not just a … Continue reading →