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Ocean Fish Reverie


Ocean Fish Reverie Two cats are sleeping near me, one stretched long Across the velvet easy chair. Her nose Lies pressing pinkly there. A little song Of tiny snoring, muffled by the pose, Is nearly all absorbed in plush gold pile— A fitting, soft recipient of her...

Poets and Monarchs as Would-be Lovers

Poets and Monarchs as Would-be Lovers What happens when a poet and a king Both fall in love and desperately desire The same young woman or young man.  They bring Their  hearts to him, the color of Greek fire, Or to the girl.  We have examples of This.  Polycrates,...

Exilium Vita Est—Life is Exile

Exilium Vita Est—Life is Exile The Christians have it that our lives are ways Of pilgrimage to take us on to where Souls yearn to be. We stumble through a maze Art of JR Slattum. Find more at JRSlattum.com Of trials, avoiding devil, trap, and snare. The Buddhists feel...

Ever Ready Reverie

Ever Ready Reverie The way a cat sleeps shows the way we need To live. It lies there certainly and calm, A firmness in its purpose, like a seed Prepared for any chances like a palm Or oak, a sunny palm tree curved as grace With strength, a younger oak preparing for A...

A Nun’s Wisdom

        A Nun’s Wisdom A calmness comes when resignation spays Desire. Tranquillity becomes the truth The soul requires.  Your heart can slow and laze Around as when an angel in her youth Finds slumbers in the arms of God. But this Serenity requires surrender of The...

A Plea from Sodom and Gomorrah

A Plea from Sodom and Gomorrah Please return to pain and bruising, not scars With numbness in the tissue.  Trauma gives A certainty at least.  Those dense armoires Of pale cicatrice commemoratives Might be, you think, better than current harms That sting, then ache,...

Naturally

   φυσικά  (Naturally) “Homosexuality in its highest sense is founded on intellectualism. It represents fundamentally an aesthetic conception of love. . .” ~ Wallace Fowlie, 1946 As rarefied as nearly empty space, The void between the planets and the stars, The...

The Highest of the High

The Highest of the High I tried to sing of politics and stuff Like that, the serious matters I’m supposed To write about. But that was not enough, No, not enough at all. I reached out, closed My laptop, and employed a fountain pen To make me set down those much...