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Day

In writing on July 21, 2019 at 1:44 am

Write Down the Words

In Uncategorized on June 13, 2019 at 9:57 am

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They Said

In Uncategorized on May 19, 2019 at 4:06 am

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Riversong

In Uncategorized on May 3, 2019 at 9:00 am

Poem and draft

 

Let the Tears Come

In Uncategorized on April 23, 2019 at 10:24 am

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Last Chance

In Uncategorized on April 16, 2019 at 11:32 am

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Say

In Uncategorized on April 8, 2019 at 11:51 am

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Say you find yourself at the crossroads of Europe

blue eyes vibing on brown

and all of history just a stain on a museum wall.

Say marble facades and storied tapestries

that have withstood cavalry charges,

the dictator’s leer, and hermetic blabberies of salons

now crumble like a Viennese pastry

flake by flake

into a neon digital sea.

Say the exquisite Faberge eggs of artful science and scientific art

are casually smashed on the grimy anvil of commerce,

while the ancient tribal banners once more darken the land

in oily muscular folds.

What if all this came to pass

while tanned Mediterranean shores went on Urlaub,

and leafy sidewalk cafes shone in the reflected glow

of espresso-dazed lovers, and

evening slowly fell.

 

I

In Uncategorized on April 3, 2019 at 6:03 am

I have been a river

surging bankless

to the dreaming sea.

I have been a meadow

blooming reverence

on a summer afternoon.

I have been a mountain

beckoning upwards

through blue centuries of sky.

I have been a forest

breathing silence

among cathedrals of the air.

And I have been a star

warbling in the blackness

a sad and ancient melody.

December 21

In Uncategorized on April 8, 2012 at 8:05 am

Had the minister

–pale, freckled, a good man–

an inkling that his sermon

(intoned so measuredly)

might become Word.

How it could unfurl

an indwelling fractal

bending fernlike back upon itself

to lay with stubbornly brave hands

his modest meaning soft upon

the altar.

Its shell broken, it would drift

a lyrical jellyfish

a remnant (as are all things precious)

moving in indescribable glory

toward the faint boom of a distant surf.