RSSArchive for February, 2016

Feb

28

Empty Nets

Empty Nets What were we to do now He was gone? a deep tug felt by all, so deep not sure where from. He was risen, this we knew So what then? What now? you have to eat… you go do what you’ve always done, go where you’ve always gone. The big one, Simon, tells […]

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Feb

24

The Tree of Life

The Tree of Life Ezekiel 47 : 12…Revelation 22 : 2 the tree in your lush garden, its leaf neither fades nor withers, sits in a time of trodden sands upon a bank of water clear enough to drink and sweet, that spills fish that live therein known to fill nets to breaking, its fruit […]

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Feb

21

Coptic Slaughter

Coptic Slaughter I know, I know he sent Trumka to prepare Egyptian soil behind closed doors… fat man in robes and roses squeezes a live fly stuck to a date in rice pudding, his girl serves tea with kleeja dancing for him briefly, he waves her away two more arrive and his son, the minister. […]

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Feb

17

My Way Home

My Way Home Perched atop a pole a little bird in dark lights my way home with its directed song, helps me feel my way along the road. Those times, hungry and alone it sings canorous tunes I follow watching clouds full front full moon, moving shapes and sizes and issuances of light in deep […]

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Feb

14

A Cripple Awakens

A Cripple Awakens Tart sweet dart my wee heart plies such sweet reprieve as sleep wishes, eyes reluctant, breed neither feather nor dust but malinger somewhere between dusk and…. daybreak enter as so oft forgot by birdsong… rust rot, lies on sheets and pillows, laying soft too soft measured, laid aside from rest bright sunshine […]

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Feb

10

The Meeting

A Meeting on the Seventeenth Floor to Discuss Among Other Things, Strategies in the Upcoming Before smarmy smile she flicks thrasonical ash grown longer than its mother of pearl holder. Besotted stepson waits for his ride below, smoking pot on hot asphalt, scowling insolent, nothing in his life his fault, impatient to unload his sack […]

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Feb

8

One Little Nail

One Little Nail One little nail posted into the huge oak door, Wittenberg Cathedral, the eve of All Saints’ Day, like a little snail it worms its way through thick wood, winds up on the pope’s wall; then finds itself on the other end of an Edict of Worms, death sentence for Luther, who nailed […]

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Feb

4

How Chose You This

How Chose You This? How chose you this appointed meeting dark at gnarled tree by deep river well past dusk? You get there early, listen for plaintive whistle, hear minute cicadas in concert with ducks, loud toads, as water flows before and wait not as Sisyphus repeating useless tasks nor according to spelunkian theories of […]

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Feb

4

If You’re Reading This

If You’re Reading This This one’s for you: old man crossing a street in front of a kid skateboarding a skid on water like a stone being skimmed across glass. Kid thinks old man’s lost his marbles; old man thinks kid in traffic is like a marble rolling toward a drain grate in the rain…lost. […]

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