Archive for the Memories Category
Episode M1.3 – Love
Posted in Love, Meditation, Memories, Podcast with tags Haiku on love a reading on June 26, 2022 by blglickEpisode R1.0 – Reflections on Haiku about Home
Posted in Family, Food, Home, Memories, Podcast, Reflections on March 29, 2022 by blglickPosted in History, Memories, Time with tags A Sudden Memory, So Different So Much the Same on September 16, 2021 by blglick
A Sudden Memory
A Time I Was So Different
And So Much The Same
A Time I Was So Different
And So Much The Same
Posted in Death, History, Memories with tags All Our History is Shared, More True Than Any Fact, We Cannot Breath on May 25, 2020 by blglick
All Our History
Is Shared. Each of Us Wants It
Unique, Ours Alone
We turn to Glory
And Away from Blood Until
We are Overwhelmed
Taken by the Chaos
Of Forgotten Memory
And We Cannot Breathe
As That Memory
Weaves our Shared Tapestry More
True than Any Fact
Full of Glory and
Our Bloody Hands, Survived By
Our Forgiving Hearts
Remembering Kent State
Posted in Death, Haiku'd Photographs, History, Hope, Memories with tags Remembering Kent State, Salvation is Our to Find and Craft, Trade Violence for Calm on May 4, 2020 by blglickNow Fifty Years On
We Still Argue in Guns and
Violence and Hatred
Will We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?
Trade Violence For Calm, 
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and Breath
A New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for Eye
Salvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time
Posted in Death, Memories with tags Chasing the Immortal Word, Counting out Our Days on October 25, 2017 by blglick
Driving Through Darkness
Chasing the Immortal Word
Counting Out Our Days
Posted in Memories, Moon, Night, Rural, sunlight with tags Ripe Fields Slumber, Sunlight Echoes Like Memory on August 16, 2017 by blglick
Sunlight Echoes Like
Memory Off a Full Moon
As Ripe Fields Slumber
Posted in Family, Food, Home, Love, Memories, Tri-ku with tags Leavened with Love and Memory, Taste of Generations on July 30, 2017 by blglick
Dough From My Own Hands
Fresh Baked, Sliced and Buttered Tastes
of Generations
First My Mother’s Bread
Baked Each Friday, Fragrance Fills
The House After School
And My Father’s Rolls,
Cinnamon and Butter and
Dough, Fried and Frosted
And, Like a Story,
Grandma’s Cookies, Soft, Sweet and
Rationed, Sneak Cookies
So My Bread Tastes of
Generations, Leavened With
Love and Memory
Posted in LIght, Love, Memories, With Michele Gast with tags A Spark Across All These Years, Light and Warmth, Sense and Tone on June 21, 2017 by blglick
One Plus One, A Spark
Breathes Light and Warmth, Tone and Sense
Across All These Years
Posted in History, Love, Memories, With Michele Gast with tags First Things First on June 21, 2017 by blglick
This Day, First Things First
Surprise, Delight, Gratitude
For Our Connection
A Year in Haiku 