In the crush of winter air,
my humble bow
to the oblivious universe
otherwise unnoticed
except the 15-month old
tottering cheekily,
peering boldly,
through café curtain.
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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All that Sway without Weakness
this ancient root ball washed on shore at Seal Rock, Oregon (photo by Robert Johnston)
About Me
- SpecK
- I'm a lay preacher,a poet, a mother, a social worker, a UUBu, among other things. I speak fluent German and English, used to dream in Swedish and speak it with a German accent; have also studied Spanish, KiSwahili, French. This is where my poems and other writings will end up. maybe more. If you want to read my sermons, you are very welcome to and can find them at www.leamon.org/kj
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