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Internal Medicine

               Internal Medicine Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  And you will say: ‘Love! Love! without your wound being closed. ~ Lorca, “Towards” (Hacia) You strip the skin and flesh first.  Then you...

Clarity and Mist in an October Morning

Clarity and Mist in an October Morning Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When autumn comes, we cannot be alone. The scarlet, orange, yellow gold and green Of leaves reach out, refuse to let chest moan, And...

No, Not Really

                 No, Not Really The Christ will not ascend to heaven while One sinner screams in hell or close His gates. This absolute is known, or, if not, vile That Gospel truth of love since hellfire waits Forever and forever forcing God, Omniscient, to feel the...

Unlike You and Him

             Unlike You and Him There seemed a time (if time can merely seem) When we soared parallel, so did not touch, The lack of touching sinful as a dream (Though close the lack of touching hurt too much And so I had to comment face to face With little gifts of...

Lunar Martyr

        Lunar Martyr Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He thought of just this one, this one, this one — Again — Again — AGAIN — as if insane With love, or something, powerfully as a gun That blasts away...

Not Holy Enough my Bow

         Not Holy Enough my Bow He gave to me the end of this, a string Of gold.  I tried to make it endless, pure. His love of Heaven’s white hot God might sing Perfection.  Love like that, though, could not cure His sickness.  My affection also could Not heal...