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Stained Window

I look out a stained window onto a flooding bank as storm chased clippers anchor below the cliff and wonder when the rains will come and…

Sep 4, 2021

Stained Window

Sep 4, 2021

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Three Fourths

With this praying for revival, Think we now our pardon near? One might think if it were coming Pressed for time, it would be here.

Mar 14, 2020

Three Fourths

Mar 14, 2020

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The Image of the Key

The image of the key, imprinted, carved ceremoniously like an instinct, like an infant’s first breath, a scream, or the peeping frogs…

Jan 31, 2020

The Image of the Key

Jan 31, 2020

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A Betrayal

You’re quick to call it a betrayal, a shift in mood, an aural metempsychosis, like a fly granted liberties from the spider’s web or the…

Jan 30, 2020

A Betrayal

Jan 30, 2020

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Stung with relief

Caged the sun between my fingers rang the bell for morning stars swept the dust storms under carpets led the violet away from Mars fetched…

Jul 10, 2019

Stung with relief

Jul 10, 2019

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Somber Orange

Her face was on the water, rippling, a sad smile, forlorn, the brook was trickling, a memory submerged, a soul shorn, a Psyche buried in…

Jul 5, 2019

Somber Orange

Jul 5, 2019

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Climbing Holy Mountains

There is a ban on climbing holy mountains fences ring it round in orange plastic with little signs declaiming, in official prayers, the…

May 31, 2019

Climbing Holy Mountains

May 31, 2019

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A Viking Riddle

Now besiege our viking impulse sliding iceward between lines glove-ed fists and sticks bent crooked sacred fires and sacred cups are thine…

May 30, 2019

A Viking Riddle

May 30, 2019

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Camus & Casablanca

Gone to sepia, faded, like the photograph of a forgotten company out in the sands of Morocco, wind-swept vistas framed by makeshift…

Apr 14, 2019

Camus & Casablanca

Apr 14, 2019

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Smoky Sunrise

Ten skies to Albuquerque, ten more breaths and a new home, new lungs to breathe, new stars shining, and fragrant lint-strewn meadows with…

Feb 26, 2019

Smoky Sunrise

Feb 26, 2019

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Born in the peachtree wilds, passing through lands east and west, martin settled on a nutmeg plantation to live out his days contemplating the mysteries of life

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