Canada
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I came from Oklahoma: not a caricature of dust and drawl, not a name stitched to a stereotype, but a person shaped by open skies, by long roads, by the quiet dignity of knowing who I am I speak with the education life required of me, with words gathered carefully, because some feelings deserve more… Read more
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The wind, the waves, the gulls;they all know who she is.The ships along the shore, the vessels in the harbor, all fall silent in awe They watch her, but dare not disturb her, at her presence, they bow in reverence She is the oneShe is the trueShe is keeper of the wind and sea,the thrill… Read more
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Across the prairie, sawgrass leans and sways,The wheat, the canola, beans all bow to the windThey move like they know something we don’t,A slow, easy roll beneath that big ol’ sky.Manitoba, wide open, farther than the eye can hold,A beauty that weren’t made by human hands.Flat country, road after road, straight on through,Where every line’s… Read more
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The words are fading The writing has come undonePages loosen from the heart and drift across the dark water: The separation of heart, mind, and soul has happened I am drowning; it’s all drowning Ink dissolves beneath my fingers, and every sentence becomes a current. I am left to speak but I, too, will succumb,… Read more
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There are always going to be people who misunderstand you. Some, no matter how carefully you live or how honestly you try to explain yourself will meet you with disdain.There will be criticism, judgment, hurtful words, and sometimes rumors that have no business being created or repeated. Yes, it is natural to want to set… Read more
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One day, you’ll draw your last breath, and the wind will still comb through the grass, and morning will break over the fields.Coffee will warm in somebody’s hands. The road will keep unspooling toward the horizon like it never knew your name Those messages you stared at until midnight, those people who left without looking… Read more
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If a structural engineer says a bridge is “on the verge of collapse,” he’s not being poetic, he’s compressing a complex reality into a vivid warning meant to provoke action.“Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” isn’t a rant or rage, it’s a strategic, pastoral shock.Most in 2026 are afraid of that today because… Read more
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“Woe unto them that seek deep to hide their counsel from the LORD, and their works are in the dark, and they say, Who seeth us? and who knoweth us? Surely your turning of things upside down shall be esteemed as the potter’s clay: for shall the work say of him that made it, He… Read more
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She wore it, very literally, and as it draped at her throat, and pressed to her chest: It listened It learned the very beat of her heart, the count between breaths and the exhales of firmness It has become one with her very being, and as it changes hands and ownership it carries the echo… Read more
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She is ineffable, beyond words, beyond measure. The kind of presence you don’t try to define. She’s like a wide Oklahoma sky at dusk stretching farther than you can follow. She is creativity itself, both moon and sun, steady and shifting, radiant in every phase.There’s something old in her, something that hums quiet and deep,… Read more
Seeing through the eyes of others 