tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55012998072407174062012-01-27T20:19:52.794-05:00Story WardPoetry by Ward McBurney.Ward Brent McBurneynoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501299807240717406.post-20481428107828457492012-01-27T20:19:00.002-05:002012-01-27T20:19:52.803-05:00How to live
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As Christ is my Redeemer, originally uploaded by Ward108.
I often wonder, how do people without
Parkinson’s disease get by? Truly, I do.
How to function in a world of shouts
and collars, of real grief and sorrow, true
things Ward Brent McBurneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501299807240717406.post-8524962444863239872012-01-27T10:24:00.002-05:002012-01-27T10:25:19.028-05:00Here and there
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Tea, originally uploaded by Ward108.
There is never enough time
to honour every thing as it should
be honoured, and we honour
only in time. There is never
enough presence that can be
too much here. And there is never enough
Ward Brent McBurneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501299807240717406.post-61900043384607813392012-01-24T15:50:00.026-05:002012-01-25T00:38:06.495-05:00Heart trouble
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Outside Saving Grace, originally uploaded by Ward108.
I went to the emergency department of a major downtown Toronto hospital recently. It was past midnight and I called one friend, to make sure somebody knew where I was, but Ward Brent McBurneynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501299807240717406.post-80223253074457439472012-01-23T09:57:00.002-05:002012-01-23T09:59:41.468-05:00Sonic Andromache
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Do not disturb, originally uploaded by Ward108.
Where is here? And what I am in? This all-
or-nothing mind. This all-or-nothing body.
This whole life, the haul of centuries calling
through mist of what was mind to what she
Ward Brent McBurneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501299807240717406.post-2560677401143333652012-01-18T13:53:00.007-05:002012-01-18T15:08:15.254-05:00In flight
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In flight, originally uploaded by Ward108.
The first time I ever saw possession –real heat, that terrible thing, thatmonsters men and women to each other –
was my-then-best friend’s two loose fingersslowly stroking the downy Ward Brent McBurneynoreply@blogger.com0