Posts by John Blase

Dear Winn – 22 June 2017

Dear Winn, Well, some folks celebrated the dickens out of yesterday, it being the summer solstice. For me it was simply Wednesday although I must admit the day did feel like it went on forever and ever. But hey, congratulations to us on making it to another summer! Ready or not, here we go, I…

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Top of Mount Herman

Maybe I’ll to drive to the  top of Mount Herman. I’ve been told there’s a stand of Aspen with trunks thicker than an average man can hug. I’ve been told I’m not average, though its never clarified whether above or below. Chances are good lovers have made the same drive and knifed their  names in that white…

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Dear Winn – 7 June 2017

Dear Winn, I realize this is the second letter I’ve sent to you this week, but I’ve got something on my mind, something important, and I believe such important things need to be said while its still light outside, so to speak. So here goes. I’ve had a hard time shaking off the death of the…

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Dear Winn – 5 June 2017

Dear Winn, Thank you for your letter. I miss you too, my friend, and yes, until then, letters will have to do. We’re gradually settling into a summer rhythm here, which is like past summers and is also unlike past summers. Each season’s a little different, huh? Will and Sarah are home from college. They’re both…

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Love Poem No.26

  The lilacs should have been pruned back last summer, but I forgot. Did you? You didn’t say anything which is odd because you’re smart and usually say things like “We should prune the lilacs” (which means me). Oh. But I remember now. Last June you fell and broke yourself in pieces. Pruning was the…

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A little compensation

Things have been a bit quiet here lately. That fault is entirely my own. I put together and self-published a poetry collection – The Jubilee – and so my attention has been focused there. Plus life has been rather busy this spring and, well, let’s just say its been busy. A few of you have…

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Dear Winn – 28 February 2017

Dear Winn: Well, tomorrow’s Wednesday, the first day of March. And also Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. I think I’ve told you before that as a young Baptist boy the only lint I knew was what I pulled out of the dryer vent a couple of times a week. I’m quite sure I…

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Dear Winn -13 February 2017

Dear Winn: Its been a while, huh? Its not that I haven’t wanted to write, because I have. Its more that, as the psalmist says, “I have come into deep waters.” Where I am in my season of life, a handful of disappointments, and the current state of our nation have ganged up on me…

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No Room

Behold, I stand at the door, and knock Big America, Big America, let me come in.        No. We are not blind.      You might be a wolf in the      only clothes on your back      sent to swallow us whole.   Please. I no longer have a place to lay my heart.…

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Before The World Wakes

In the first light when birds stir I begin a poem in praise of myself. Their singing provides extra bravado which is quite necessary to tell of how it is to be sweetly alive. This morning its an aria, some stubborn solo voice down by Dirty Woman Creek refusing to be a team player. He(?)…

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