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Buddy Breathing a blog about hope

English - Writing With Purpose, Faith Out Loud, Hope
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Buddy Breathing · 19h ago

What I want to say…

Reblogged from Buddy breathing: That Certain Sound There’s a musical chord called a ‘suspended chord’, a series of notes played simultaneously on the piano that hangs in the air unresolved, like you know there is something coming after, it sounds … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 19h ago

What I want to say…

That Certain Sound There’s a musical chord called a ‘unresolved suspended chord’, a series of notes played simultaneously on the piano that hangs in the air, like you know there is something coming after, it sounds unfinished musically. Last night, … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 6d ago

Looking for a common thread and finding random rambles…

It’s been a while since I’ve written… don’t know why, just haven’t felt much like it. Nor have I felt like writing poems. Enough said because the new me (since two nights ago when I re-established my trajectory with the … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 2W ago

Tuesday Poem 005

Is it any wonder? My mother will tell you the precise hour of day my sibling fell. Outrageous claim, hearing bone crunch from miles away. (I rolled my eyes). Now I eat salt-sweet crow with a side of maternal melodrama. … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 3W ago

Tuesday Poem 004B

Those of you who are writers or poets or musicians or artists know what I mean when I say we work on our work, and we often wonder if it is EVER done. When I’m in the middle of working … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 1M ago

Tuesday Poem 004

The Precise Colour of Orange How we sat in the driveway, the steering wheel of his Dad’s Camaro Z-21 a palm-slapped punctuation to my small indiscretion, my wrong choice of words. How he taught me fear, feral, visceral, fear of … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 1M ago

The road to Easter…

The road to Easter… Over 2012 years ago you rode into the city that would be the death of you, Jesus.  You rode on a donkey, and people flocked to see you, laying down palm leaves and their clothes on … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 2M ago

Tuesday Poem 003

Look! See! Look! Exclamation of two year olds and middle age whale watchers commands immediate attention in sand box and off starboard side offers a guards down gift of sudden sight. Lookie-here is Old Country, like wrinkled grandpa porch rocking … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 3M ago

Of bugs and bones

What I’m about to say will polarize. There will be those who immediately write me off, think me unintelligent, maybe nuts. And there will be those who allow the tiny inkling of a possibility of truth, because they know me, … Continue reading →
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Buddy Breathing · 3M ago

Tuesday Poem 002

On Communication Techniques Risk misunderstanding be labeled: melancholy, morose. You know as well as I that judgment is our mother tongue. Wicked thoughts reside here, unholy trinities of alter ego, inner critic, and truth with a sword. You are neither … Continue reading →
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