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Dream: 2018.02.09

Despite many vivid dreams in the past year, this is a rare one that I remembered fairly clearly:   Peterson Chapel This is Peterson Chapel on the campus of Central Bible College in Springfield, Missouri, as seen in 2008. This is NOT the way the chapel appeared in my dream. (Copyright © 2008 by Wil[…]

2014.09.18

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Published on: 2014.09.18

BWF has been adding some new words: “Muh” for mug and “duh” for door, for example. He’s been making his other words more clear: “bye bye”, “this”, and others. He and RLF got into a couple of fights today, to the point where I heard her shouting: “Leave me alone, Benjamin!” from her room. He[…]

2014.03.09

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Published on: 2014.03.09

In this entry: 10 images ➤ Early start ➤ Clutter progress ➤ Late finish ➤ Same day, different year  

Jan. 27-28, 2013

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Published on: 2013.01.28

Sunset (Six-image composite) (Copyright © 2013 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) It’s still unseasonably warm — and windy. Each day, the forecast says rain is “tomorrow”. Yesterday: 51-80°F (record high), mostly cloudy, windy (11-31 mph) Today: 66-81°F (record high), mostly cloudy, windy (13-33 mph) Rebecca has spent a lot of time singing into[…]

Tomorrow

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Published on: 2008.09.18

The song says “tomorrow is just a day away.” Right now, though, it’s only a few minutes away. And in New York, tomorrow has already started. (The same goes for Europe, and everything else that’s east of here.) And tomorrow — Sept. 19, 2008 — my wife will turn 27. The following day, I’ll be[…]

8-Feb-2006

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Published on: 2006.02.08

I just got finished talking to Marline on the phone. It was a very good conversation, except that I did most of the talking. I know, Mark, you can’t believe that I know how to shut up once in a while. But nine times out of 10, I feel like Marline and I share our[…]

Poem: I Dreamed

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Published on: 2006.01.23

I DREAMED By Wil C. Fry January 24, 2006 (1 a.m.) I dreamed you were a stranger That you didn’t know my face You didn’t blink an eye When driving past my place I dreamed you didn’t know me That “together” had been erased You lived your life alone All memories were replaced I dreamed[…]

Poem & Comments

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Published on: 2005.08.25

TO EMPTY ME Aug. 24, 2005 (7:35 p.m.) By Wil C. Fry Every day I’ve ever lived has led to this Forgiving myself and finding bliss The lessons learned are clearer now Since she found me; I don’t know how The long, low road on which I traveled Where every hope and dream unraveled Was[…]

Karisa, Six Years Later

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Published on: 2005.07.03

This week is the sixth anniversary of the death of Karisa, a young woman I knew in Arkansas. I thought I loved her. But I’ll never know for sure. I hope she thinks of me, wherever she is. The following is the poem I wrote about her, two months after hearing of her death. As[…]

Poem: Away

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Published on: 2005.06.08

Sometimes, we all need to get away, even if only to strongholds of the imagination. All I have for tonight is a new poem. AWAY By WCF June 8, 2005 (22:24 hours)

April 10, 2005

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Published on: 2005.04.10

Looking back, the journey was longer than it seemed. Three and a half years ago, the pony tail was down my back, my head covered in a bandanna, the rest of me in an old T-shirt and faded, torn blue jeans. I was a frustrated ex-employee of the massive Wrangler plant here in Seminole (now[…]

Subconsious Heartburn

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Published on: 2005.02.16

She writes every day, and I never knew it. Never knew that there were other words besides the ones I see and produce. And there are others, trillions more every day that slip by me. But only a few will turn my heart, wake my poetic consciousness, tickle my brain. Only a few, like her,[…]

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Aug. 11, 2002 (Sunday)

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As of yesterday, I am The Seminole Producer’s new “City Editor,” which basically means nothing, except that the new title will go on my byline with each front page story, and my name & title will be added to the masthead on the back page of each paper. Karen says I’m already fulfilling the duties[…]

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Nov. 3, 2001 (Saturday)

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Published on: 2001.11.03

My week is FINALLY over! I’ve been sick as a dog all week, and my mind hasn’t been functioning at full strength. But I made it through. Wednesday night, I ate Jeno’s store-bought pizza, hamburger flavor, then had this dream:

Oct. 31, 2001 (Halloween)

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Published on: 2001.10.31

Still sick today, but learning to live with it — as always. Feeling feverish, with chills, and a lot of nasal congestion. Some of the snot is blue. Dad came by the office this morning & I showed him around, but suggested that he come back some day @ about 1 p.m., so he could[…]

Oct. 15, 2001 (Monday)

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Published on: 2001.10.15

Saturday, I spent most of the day at MDZ’s, doing laundry — three loads, & watching football games. OU’s game wasn’t televised. Zane & I helped D extend his trail around the canyon a ways (to the SW of the trailer). Then D helped me finish the trail that LRT & I had started, over[…]

April 21, 2001 (Saturday)

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Published on: 2001.04.21

“Poetry on the Rocks” at NG’s canyon — very enjoyable, especially the cowboy poems. Again saw Rachel, one of the cute girls from NG’s class in Shawnee (the one I spoke at last fall). Helped D & Z with hauling some fallen trees to brush piles. Watched Spurs win Game 1 of the first round[…]

March 19, 2001 (Monday)

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Published on: 2001.03.19

The weather remains cool; I think we hit the upper 30s for our low this morning, and climbed into the 50s for the afternoon. Joe wasn’t at work today, so I had no distractions to speak of, until Dave Coker tore the end of his finger off with his machine. But by then, I already[…]

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