Tag Archives: Stan Galloway

Magnolia Bloom

Foamy white, broad as a punch bowl, swaying near the branch end in a subtle Southern breeze – one large honeybee swims side to side before it leaps the rim and braves the wider sea. Stan Galloway teaches writing and … Continue reading

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Meditation on Lot’s Daughters

Did you really think no men were left in all the world except your father? Surely there were others still in Zoar, where you fled to first – you would have seen them there. Or was it Sodom thinking patterns … Continue reading

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Milk Jug

I took an empty milk jug from the fridge and knew it had been you who put it there, but why? a joke to make me eat my corn flakes dry? or was it spite because I didn’t wash the … Continue reading

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Just Married

The sanctioned moment has arrived And we may exit tactfully. The cake is portioned out, some punch Still cupped, the nuts and mints askew. Your hand in mine, we boldly move Toward the exit, leading all. The sweeping, scrubbing up … Continue reading

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Kilimanjaro at Sunset

Evening sun pinks your snow streaks high above the Amboseli plain. You preside over the day’s close. A cheetah ambles past the beds of zebra and wildebeest sentries satisfied with the day darkening. Acacia, once green, gray then blacken. Yet … Continue reading

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Snow Cap

The mountain rises from the heat, as far apart as God seems from the world sometimes, and just as foreign – God and mountain snow-capped, holding moisture in reserve while down below the zebras paw at crusted waterholes and ibises … Continue reading

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Sunrise in Amboseli

From darkness shapes shift, take form Twilight turns land gray, trees gray, nightdark grays, as rivulets of light seek every shadow, changing black to grass or bush-shape to bustard. The unseen world clarifies elephant from tree or lust from love. … Continue reading

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