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Poetry & Prose August 17, 2017


for the


Father I beseech thee /
merciful and mighty /
give me eyes / for jealous love / in life I may not see

consequence and piety /
Father stand beside me /
Christmas days / unwrapping grace / my mother drinks her tea

God of light consign me /
gifts of life remind me /
thy glory found / in simple joys / on Earth by your decree

Holy, Holy, Holy /
Only thou art Holy /
Winter fervor, / sanguine hearts, / a life to sing your praise

I. Human Analog………………………….………Pg. 23
II.- Holy, Holy, Holy…………….………………..Pg. 13

III. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel………………..Pg. 03


-, Bona Dea / Rejoice! Rejoice!

Poetry & Prose July 30, 2017

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Print by Sean Pecknold Projection 8/11

Flōra / Hark!, –

Poetry & Prose July 26, 2017

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Print by Sean Pecknold Projection 4/11

-, We

Poetry & Prose July 25, 2017

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Print by Yutaka Takanashi Toshi-e


Poetry & Prose July 13, 2017

Conceived to dust! the fleet angel yells,
you buried my trust in a hand-written sonnet
Eastern promises mild enough to keep me wandering,
yet left me dry,
lapping at the river of dilapidated structures you called home

Print by Hiroshi Hamaya Snow Land

– , Netherlandish Execution / Nikódimos

Poetry & Prose June 21, 2017

The gulch of the gods who had once painted time
Now settle in dust to abstain from the climb

The glory of man left in pious refrain
Sincerity won in the god he had slain

The robin sewn sackcloth turned grey from his youth
‘Neath the bark of his zeal lays the onus to truth

Oh, God of our fathers, I’m playing the part
yet seeking for something as great as thou art

Paint by Pieter Bruegel the Younger The Procession to Calvary

The Lyric of a Shared Winter

Poetry & Prose May 15, 2017

The weary traveler wrote for a grey knitted coat that she wore one day
She made her home in the snow and for the winter she wrote for the warmth of May

The romantics of life yet burdened by strife, that which made her shy
In an old red cafe she left the thoughts of that day in her painted sky

Oh, for all she knew was once in the center,
The strength of her heart in the cold of the weather as he leaves

Yet the stricken old pine he had known for a time, hadn’t felt the same
He was a man of belief, of romanticized grief with a fragile frame

In a shadow he saw his refracting bourgeois of a tepid flame
In a corner he saw his Westerners flaw when she said his name

Oh, for all he knew was once in the center,
His feeble words that said ‘bye forever’ cannot stay

Paint by Pieter Bruegel the Elder The Hunters in the Snow