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Inner Sanctums of Hole-iness

Inner Sanctums of Hole-iness Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The gods loomed more than superstars do now. The gods were more like legendary fire Behind a gilded curtain. They would plough A lad or...

Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast

Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He raised his blue-veined wrists in notes to God The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. The last Force was to come, bolts to the...

The Degradation of the Divine

  The Degradation of the Divine The gods have been reduced to ploys for ads, Cartoonish movies, and perfume campaigns For goddess-like attraction, and for fads Like PS4-ish war games. Gods’ remains Are just commercial or for trivial Stupidities.  The great gods...

Dangerous Theophany

    Dangerous Theophany When Gods appear, we dare not look at them. We turn our heads and eyes.  We stare at ground Or lower gaze and dare not touch a hem As robes go swirling by.  A holy sound Comes haunting,  muffled even.  It brings awe. If Gods have curly hair, it...