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On Waves of Song

     On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tide On gentle coasts but feels as urgent as The tidal bore up Severn. Hope had died Until you spoke and now I feel like jazz Is jiving in my bones. The slowness came Because my heart was made of numbness, so My...

No One

                       No One When you are dead, the violets will bloom In quiet purple or in white. The years Will pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loom With blossomed frost on window panes. The spheres Above this world will spin and sweep until Eternity...

Seldom Pure and Never Simple: Fawlty Thoughts

 Seldom Pure and Never Simple:                Fawlty Thoughts There’s freedom in the speaking of the truth. I know we’re not supposed to think that such A thing exists.  It’s stylishly uncouth, Post-Modernism says, to use the crutch Of common sense.  Too many minds...

RachelROBERT

               RachelROBERT The ancient myths about strange beasts composed Of body parts from different creatures fill Some need inside the psyche.  Boys enclosed Inside a female body ache until They realize the truth about their sex. The suffering starts as if it’s...

Marilyn

            Marilyn The radio announced that she was dead As flatly as a Stock Exchange report. My heart turned satin and began to shred And leaked out doom and beauty.  In the court Of Heaven Gabriel reached up to wipe God’s eye and Jesus hid his face behind The...