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Tag Archives: Blogging 101
Filling the Air
FILLING THE AIR Blogged Feb 13, 2023 H. W. Bryce They arrive early, hate being late, They barge through the door talking. They fill the air with their words, Including clusters of empty verbs, And basketsful of … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Being there, Blogging, Busy busy, Choices, Decisions, Memories, Poem
Tagged Blogging 101, Memory, Poem
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22nd Street
22nd STREET H. W. Bryce Waiting for the 22nd Street bus, I stood standing at the clifflike hillside on the escarpment one twilight eve, purveying all down below: City lights spread out below, shining bright, Shimmering, twinkling, … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Being there, Life, Lonely, Lost, Magic, Memory, Moments, Poem, Remembering
Tagged A voice in the wilderness, Blogging 101, Caring, memories, Poem
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TheFourth of Tomorrow
THE FOURTH OF TOMORROW H. W. bryce THIS GOES FOR Canada, too: The First of July Pale blu mini comp of Jun 12, 2022 – July 3, 2022 BECAUSE, AS I EXPECTED, GUN VIOLENCE. ON THE … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Advocacy, Birthday, Caring, Celebration, Choices, Dreams, Moments, News, Poem, What If
Tagged Advocacy, Blogging 101, Caring, Poem, Victims
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If I Could Choose
IF I COULD CHOOSE H. W. Bryce If I could choose, I’d swim with whales. It must be so peaceful down there, At the bottom of the sea. It must be like touching eternity, A place of … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Dreams, Hope, Poem, What If
Tagged Advocacy, Blogging 101, Care, Caring, Hope, Peace, Poem
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The Road Back
THE ROAD BACK H. W. Bryce After a tragedy, after your fall, The advice is cliché to be sure, But so is the road to the trouble. It’s Human Nature, and it has its flaws. There are potholes … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Alzheimer's, Angels, Beauty, Elderly, Fellowship, Grand parents, Hard time, Helping, Helpless, Lonely, Poem
Tagged Blogging 101, Care, Grandmothers, Hope, Poem, Respect
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Not Even a Nurse
Not even a nurse H. W. Bryce Not even a nurse could do as well Blu mini comp bk of Aug 29-15 The little old lady teetered out of her room into the hallway. Call her Edna. Her … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Advocacy, Alzheimer's, Angels, Author, Blogging, Grandmas, Hard time, Heart, Helping, Lonely, Lost, Memories, Moments
Tagged Advocacy, Alzheimer's, Blogging 101, Care, caregiving, Dementia, Hope, memories, Sundowning
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Calais
CALAIS H. W. Bryce Stopped at the doorstep of my destiny After that enchanting train ride from Bari, Italy, and being plunged into the darkness Of night like an abandoned sack of trash, Having no other goal than to … Continue reading