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 Aug 2013 Julia
Chuck
Sky Chapel
 Aug 2013 Julia
Chuck
Blue sky church
Noisy chapel
No one at rest
Questions
Confusion
Solitude is noisy
When the unthinkable
Happens
Sweating out the grief
Did not happen
In this chapel
Of blue skies
No peace in church
Today
Only noise
 Aug 2013 Julia
Chuck
We will lament your passing
Ride on my friend
We will cherish your memory
Ride on my friend
We will honor your wishes
Ride on my friend
We will cry because you lived free
Ride on my friend
Lost a friend and colleague today. He was killed in a motorcycle crash, while not wearing a helmet! RIP Bob! If he was wearing a helmet, who knows.....
 Aug 2013 Julia
Megan Grace
falter
 Aug 2013 Julia
Megan Grace
oh
but my heart
still feels
like it's c   r
                      u
                   m
                       bli
                            n
                               g
when I hear your
words in my head
 Aug 2013 Julia
Kasey
He said "I'm moving to Ohio.
Won't be long now.
It's a thousand degrees inside of this train and all I got
Is this coffee you gave me.
See you're from this land
With an office, and air conditioning.
And a job.
But all I got is this cup of coffee you gave me."
I said "what's in Ohio?"
He said "nothing. But here I lost $4,000 for smoking some ****.
Just a itty-bitty joint"
Then he motioned with his fingers. No more than the scar on my elbow.
"and that DUI." He adds
Under his breath.
"Yes ma'am. I'm moving to Ohio.
One day I'll see you on the news and I'll say
'I know that girl. She gave me a free cup of coffee, iced.'
And I'll be so proud of you.
I'll say 'I met that girl in a thousand degree train'.
Sure, Ohio ain't no L.A.,
But neither is this place."
Good luck in Ohio to the drifter I met today on the train.
 Aug 2013 Julia
Kasey
To love and be loved in return is to feel your breath leave your body
In a violent flash of epileptic trauma.
It is to look at the rain and have said
"I named you.
And you me.
Forever can now number his days."
It is to sit down with a tear guiding gentle sobs down your cheek
To love and be loved
Is to touch a beautiful flower with no recollection
Of the death your oily hands brought it.
Until its beauty is not but a memory.
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