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Category Archives: Poems
Praying the Hours
The ice slabs on the river groan when the terce sun strikes them, cracking as the cold night lifts to expose them anew. I listen to their shifting from here, above the sound of wood stirring and crumbling in the stove’s … Continue reading
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First Love
It was most of all the way you’d proclaim your self-importance in morning granola served mixed together with organic yogurt and my fruit, frozen hard. I always came second to your child which was the way it should be. But at bedtime he … Continue reading
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Morning Meditation
The chickens this morning reminded me of you: Muttering to themselves, stomping about in the early hours Searching for grub between their toes, beaks prodding cracks in the stone. They awake hungry and go searching. I watched them through the … Continue reading
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The Eve of Creation
Before there was, there was not – not him nor you nor God, but us. Together we broiled and hummed in the darkness, sinking into each other and growing pregnant with the idea. In paradise, we knew nothing of good … Continue reading
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Mount Desert Island
The day was cold smelling with the sea cradled into the harbor unmoving as if mermaids had stopped singing long enough to listen to sunbathing barnacles that dried their white feet into the shore’s black rock, clutching tight even as … Continue reading
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Manichean Fragments
I. Second greeting, third…fourth: separation…the wounded, fifth. Great I fell this fire killing a hunter to the living self, bound false witness with flies, with honey and his mother prayed to the god and I prayed to the mother beset … Continue reading
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Prayer for the Novice Monastery Next Door
Last year my lullaby was layered adolescent voices throbbing morals of fable, ancient teachings chanted into memory and stinking of sex, secret teachings red in agni or white for soma, green and then yellow. They dressed the sky between blocked … Continue reading
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