RSSArchive for August, 2015

Aug

30

Contemplate

Contemplate Contemplate how great is God to make more stars and bright than grains of sand. Contemplate the ends and the beginnings of things. And why? Why this great Spirit should be moved to love us? More than stars that are immense and wondrous light. Without an ounce of doubt it is a fact, we […]

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Aug

26

Electron Microscope

Electron Microscope Scarred and beyond human contact infectious ugly, he wore refulgent mask of gold and helmet, silver may have been better, with scarlet cape, Baldwin leper king of Jerusalem would forever savor the rush, the yell of men behind and near, the pounding hooves, the bursting flanks, the horse’s smell and sweat commingling with […]

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Aug

23

This Moon

This Moon This Moon rolls on in the heavens, gibbous, she is sometime pregnant queen of night time sky, at other times so skinny she could slice an orange flying by… She’s such a kid, she still plays hide and seek; sometimes you can’t find her for almost a week. Full, she has a ball […]

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Aug

19

Cheeky Cheeky Waterman

Cheeky Cheeky Waterman and his band came into town for a one night stand, the town celebrating the annual mayor’s day hockey game. Far beyond awe her eyes follow his strut, she was struck her eyes take a glaze and her jaw drops. Cheeky is picky, so picky with songs, with people so slick, he […]

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Aug

16

On or About Sunday Morning (important revisions to an important poem)

On or about Sunday Morning to you, Wallace Stevens We are told there is a jar in Tennessee upon a hill there is a jar up there somewhere on a hill In such jar are bits of life, some cells, Darwin’s creatures spawned spontaneously. We are told these bits of life are father to us […]

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Aug

12

The Pittsburgh Protocol

The Pittsburgh Protocol: The papers they have you sign, paragraph after paragraph, small print, page after page makes you think you’re at a real estate closing. when fact is, you’re on a gurney, your last act is to sign and sign again, you have barely time to wonder if you’re buying or selling, just before […]

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Aug

9

Prokofiev

Prokofiev Looking out dining car window, long ebony Turkish cigarette in ivory holder directing fumes, not striven, between long white gloved fingers like a wand magic before missing musicians, his orchestra glimpsing time to new music, ethereal its tone in ways not at all ethereal to hear, decadent but known rich like black coffee to […]

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Aug

6

Who Made Me

Who Made Me? Mother, Mother, who made me? The sun, the stars and Jesus on a day when it was your turn to be made. They did a beautiful job and thank them again every day for you. I prayed. When I am older I ask my sure love who made you so beautiful? You […]

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Aug

2

Madame Cezanne

Madame Cezanne On her temple porch staged in flight a bluebird winging to a nest beyond the sill through open window, out of sight. Over her shoulder her chair full fair with apparition, tugging her elbow in a direction no one can know. See the face laughing in the knot of her blouse, not her […]

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