Category: Poetry & Prose
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the hunter in the snow
Ekphrasis/ Below knife-edged peaks smothered in snowA quaint townMarked with tavern and steeple intersectsAn ice-covered lake in the shallow river valleydotted with villagers and children who skate and play beyondA frozen mill. The stage of the foreground,A hill overlooking the village with no conceivable path downwards.On the left, atop the hill, strong-statured huntersFurnished with spears trudge through thick…
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inasmuch i am speechless
inasumch i am speechless in each beginninggravity invitesto dwell amongst the sand and starsto become like one another and pull at each of the opposites it was Abram, directed and removedat a wall in a desertwhere history had yet been provedto have been more than a lineand like gravity, Abram now Abrahamforsaken to climb once…
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i, who MADE THE MOUNTAIN
i, who MADETHE MOUNTAIN bleeding into lakesGod, a prairie makesfertile flushrivers gushand soon a mountain risesbleeding into lakes
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the curtain
THE CURTAIN illusion, please comfort me,satisfy everything,i can live peacefullyif you curtain the windowthat i had flung carelesslyon the day i was surethat i had seen everythingplainly in front of meheaven and hell were dividedunevenly but there i saw certaintystanding across the streetcrossing was heresy‘if only’, i told myself,‘i hadn’t seen anything.the curtain i’d drawnwere…
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CHRIST / brother
CHRIST / Christmas Songs b r o t h e r in your new shoesyoupractice singing songsat the piano benchshe was with youtooin her new shoesand she sang along Father, my dearhearblessings in a songas they call your namebeckoning you nearherekeep them in your arms and as i write a poemi hear you singi hear…
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CHRIST / rest in my arms
CHRIST / Christmas Songs r e s t i n m y a r m s when the mood’s been set and your eyesslowly drift toward rest besidea candle flicks for a whileand it says,you’re a masterpiece blessings ………. no. 1rest in my arms ………. no, 2brother ………. no. 3
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CHRIST / blessings
CHRIST / Christmas Songs b l e s s i n g s Father, my dear,hearblessings in a songwhile we call your namebeckoning you nearherekeep us in your arms blessings ………. no. 1rest in my arms ………. no. 2brother ………. no. 3
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tumultuary
TUMULTUARY designed directionsummer hills now overgrown with introspectiondefeating my heart i hear birds of May sing whispers of the seasonwhile she’s cold at night from winters wind of freezin’ these days behind
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ATTA SOL i
ATTA SOL i what of nature then?if life borne of death let mystery endneedles surround me and i am undone and yet called to beginwhat life have i yet to receive?
TUMULTUARY 