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THE WRITTEN WORD

The Written Word is a place for local writers to share their articles, stories, and thoughts with News of Davidson readers. Send submissions to [email protected] . Thanks!

Bloody Again

  THE WRITTEN WORD So, it seems that someone out there is not happy with Jesus. One or many drove by this statue of Jesus in front of a church and threw red paint all over his welcoming stance. What they did not know is that his arms were spread for them. He knows the...

Ode to Paper Cranes  

  THE WRITTEN WORD   Sadako Sasaki, age two when the bomb fell on Hiroshima, became ill with leukemia ten years later. She folded 644 paper cranes. Japanese legendsays fold a thousandpaper cranesyour heart’s wishwill be granted My Japanese studentsfolded gum...

Night Music

  THE WRITTEN WORD The sky’s alive with you.  Millionsof warblers, finches, kinglets flyinto clouds that cover the moonand cross the strand of Milky Way. Scientists count you, record your migrationand calls far above my bed and pillows.You cross oceans and continents....

Tumbling

  THE WRITTEN WORD I was tumbling. I was swirling like a leaf, aimlessly drifting after falling from its home. My thoughts stopped; taillights up ahead caused my right foot to jerk left and apply furious pressure to the brake. I laughed because I was comparing myself...

The Horizon

  THE WRITTEN WORD ​   A poem offered for these troubling times. The Horizon Above the darkness ofpresent realitycovers me likea cold blanketMy steps are slowand sad But as I look towardan edge of lightthere comes a kind ofinvitation:“Walk on O childof the earth”...

A Good Question

  THE WRITTEN WORD The other day my sweet, wonderful daughter sighed, ‘Mom, I spend so much time learning how to relate to neuro typical people. How come they don’t spend time learning how to relate to me?’ Good question. A neuro typical person, or an NT, is someone...

Crazy Time

  THE WRITTEN WORD ​             I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.- Wendell Berry from “The Peace of Wild Things” A few days ago, after reading one too many news stories,...

The Written Word: “The Tin”

  THE WRITTEN WORD The Tinby Libby Cable I spent many glorious school vacation weeks with my grandmother in Massachusetts when I was young. I’m the oldest of four and found the one-on-one attention of an adult with limitless time for me a pure delight. Occasionally,...

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