Posts for June 21, 2026 (page 4)

YOU, 

it’s fitting 
that one of the longest days
of the year
a heat heavy thick aired thing
would happen today

you were never a fan 
of dark and cold winter 
of sitting still
you’d like to die 
if you had nothing to do 

but you’re gone now 
I see you in my boy’s faces
how they act 
I’ll catch my own laugh 
sounding like yours 

there’s no way 
to measure your fathering
abilities
we weren’t close 
but you were my dad 
and I loved you 
until the end 

no matter what
it was deserved 
because I said so 

                                                                         CBS PAC NET – SUNDAY  June 21, 2026

2223 SUNDAY MORNING
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C10:00:00:00 01:30:00:00            CBS SUNDAY MORNING        NET 12       PC07    HN08
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*NET ROUTING HN3/HN4********MONITORING: SMON11B/SMON12B
     *****STANDBY BDS01/02

Today is the last day
On this equipment
Was the last person
in the HD room
in our previous iteration
Forty years long
Experienced 6 different generations
of broadcasting technology
Started on the lowest rung
Waiting my turn
Female & young
Well mannered polite
Southern colored girl
Chasing images on a screen
My desire to make
Made it to my destination
Waiting on my own creation

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I’m Grateful Today
Blessed to share another year with you, Dad
My mind drifts more to thoughts of 
How many more Father’s Days do we have
No one but God knows the number of days any of us has
But as I get on the other side of 50
The reality of my Father’s age floods my thoughts
Many days

Today is your day

I celebrate you, Dad
For the wonderful
Kind
Supportive
Loving
Advice Giving
Handyman and
Faith Centered
Dad, you are.

Thank you
From the bottom of my heart

As First-daughter 
I had you to myself for a while
I was your shadow
The apple of your eye
Over the years, we’ve
Had many adventures
I look forward to our time together
What’s beyond the horizon

Happy Father’s Day 
To the best Dad in the Universe
I love you! 

The vestibule was solitary
me filling my solitude
for one more special time
of many another

in my homemade dress
(some may have been askance
even aghast at the white — not
us) a moment before you peeked
through the leather-covered doors
“time-to-go” sure any time
as now (no da dum da da
threnody for me) hand in hand
we glowed and passed among
family and friends we didn’t know
we had; loyal to our faith, two guys
with bruised faces no body thought
to invite sat down to our Chicken Express
catered food and one lauded himself 
Aaron Pryor’s sparring partner.

Once a year or so I’ll see another one:
her far off stare going up the stair,
the imperceptible twinge of thumb and forefinger,
a glance of recognition

Fugitives in dusty straits,
we’ll stop to exchange 
notes on how to avoid trouble:
additions and subtractions will be used
as antidotes for our common division.
Outside the city wall we’ll sit on modest benches
and watch barges carry mountains down
the river.  We’ll be fascinated with the blackness,
thrilled with the tonnage…and damage

Then we’ll start in,
our real work will be with sines and cosines,
(god’s equations can never go wrong)

Towards the end
sleep will become a problem.
We’ll stretch out on oak planks
and count each other’s coarse woolies 
as they leap the fence

One sister sent to the wooded mountains:
She preaches of discovery,
Speaking of strength
As she learns, like the peaks around her,
To stand on her own.

Another is sent across the seas:
Her stay is short,
Her lesson about the journey,
Finding comfort in the new and unreliable,
Solace in being a stranger.

A brother sent to distant plains:
Learning to lead
As he mentors the young
And inspires the old.
He guides with quiet insight.

Countless more are scattered to the winds,
Sent to each corner of the earth for a purpose,
To teach others and understand themselves.
But tonight the door is open,
The lot outside is full,
The living room loud with voices.
Tonight we are all here.

The Green summer is gone,
Mama, mama,
It’s passing away with the world.
Beneath the earth, I’m called,
Mama, mama, 
Release me from your hold.

Leaves collapse, she-balsams bend,
Mama, mama,
We beg them back to life.
Autumn chills goosepimpled skin,
Mama, mama,
Leave candles burning bright. 

Crops will freeze if left alone,
Mama, mama,
These mountain’ll starve. 
People’ll pray for springtime,
Mama, mama,
Bumming you for a warmer hearth. 

Winter is coming,
Mama, mama,
Gonna take me far away.
My love’ll whisper in morning dew,
Mama, mama,
But still, you’ve gotta stay.

we sit at a loom loaded with stained yarn
we never intended to dye these colors
our feet drum out a rhythmic pattern
woven with force, at times soft and gentle
and others wrathful and ashamed

passed down or manufactured it still
makes a tapestry, each fiber a human
every run, a choice leading to the next.
sometimes it is beautiful and mesmerizing
and others it’s chaos, piles of snags

a mountain or molehill we don’t back pedal
to flatten, but trudge on, our feet through mud.
I wish beyond hope the end product showed
greater beauty than our faults, however
piece must be perfect to be considered a
masterpiece

our loom is never finished, constantly weaving
colors run out and textures change but no one
will ever hold it up to the light to look for holes
they just expect you to improve the longer you
weave

        If I do something, it’s always
        90% obvious and 10% unknown.
        Fifty-fifty means you get the same chance to die
        as to survive.
        I’d never work that way.
                -Felix Baumgartner 

In the beginning, there was only a nebula,

nothing but dust and atom caught
in an eternal gypsy meltdown until

two particles, or maybe just one 
collided and clung to another’s electrostatic force
saying let’s build a world together.

They pirouetted, a tutu of matter spreading out
gathering more and more with the movements, these
cosmic dust bunnies knitted into a celestial fluffle–
gravity growing incrementally stronger.

The planetesimals, now a kilometer in size
are next to gently bump hips, the interaction
fueling experience, adding weight to creation.
Or maybe it was two fingers that faintly brushing
on the back of a phone through an exchange of numbers.

Boulders turn to hills turn to mountains turn to
protoplanets, secrets of the universe whispered
into the ears of congenial protoplanets, possibly 
melding in their vulnerabilities, unifying, magnifying.
Sometimes a piece breaks off and is lost and that’s okay
because there’s plenty of other protoplanets out in space.

The beauty continues to blossom as there becomes
nothing else to share an orbital path with. Oneness
has been achieved, a body mind and soul awakened
to stars and shattered bone collected, molded
for a thicker crust as armor, able to take a planetary impact,
all while the materials inside soften, melting in the frictions,
a fiery core. My yearning heart.

A heart that’s been slowly rebuilding itself
after so many failed attempts to fly.
A heart that feels more courageous than it ever has before.
A heart that has listened to everything
you have trusted to tell me and heard
more that you have kept to yourself.
A heart that looks at every flaw you think you have
as one more part of you to adore.
A heart that believes every challenge you
think is surely insurmountable
is just another stepping stone to be traversed.
A heart that’s taken the time to know you,
to learn what it would mean to love you,
to love all of it, this brand new world
on the verge of entering the universe,
this accretional process so close to completion 
needing just one more element to make all of it perfect.

You.
Your love,
and your faith
if you can find it
within you
to believe.