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I Read Your Name: A War Requiem

I read your nameWritten on a wounded treeBarely standing on the lakeshoreI gaze at the sadness of its former shadowThat remains in the memory of birdsAnd in the spirit of the waterBravely kissing traces of its roots I read your nameWritten on a child’s...

SUPPER AT EMMAUS

In Harmony with Caravaggio Imagine their disbelief: these two men,perhaps fishermen like most of the twelve,beholding the stranger do the familiarblessing, the breaking of bread.One half-stood in fright, nearlytoppling his chair, breath taken away. What would you have doneif you were there, ensconced in the...

Four Poems in Search of a Government

Stones There is an old man.Waking, his heart beats fast, someone’s running after someone.He can’t remember his dreams these days.He fixes himself for the 25,719th morning.Well, he tries as much as he could.He locks the steel gate of his daughter’s house.He goes to the...

Shutter

A fast-clicking cameraCaptures the momentWhen a loaded balloon breaks,The water inside itReasonably in the shapeOf a glass Earth, as wellBefore it quickly fallsApart, leaking away,Flopping, as it were,Into a shapeless puddle. We who have been moldedBy tenderness before the denial,The fevered seasonOf turning awayTo...

MATERNITY WARD WOES

Zero Hour Doc Hours from here My man went from door to door Offering our pigs and chickens at half the price For any moving vehicle that could bring me to you That, we don’t have, the farmers saidbut blood we can giveOn trucks loaded with cane;On top of...

Seven out of ten farmers have no land

Seven out of ten lands have no song Seven out of ten songs have no scent Seven out of ten scents have no tears Seven out of ten tears have no words Seven out of ten words have no thunder Seven out of ten thunders have no wound Seven...

Random Pickings

SUPPER AT EMMAUS

In Harmony with Caravaggio Imagine their disbelief: these two men,perhaps fishermen like most of the twelve,beholding the stranger do the familiarblessing, the breaking of bread.One...

Meditations

            Seeking In silence I render my song In stillness I yield In the dimness and the brightness I could see that it is The One Still I seek I am...

Sunset Boulder

Random and I find our landscape a chore. Every day we push this sunset up a hill then see it roll down. Random knows. She has joined the sunset. His Wawa, adding to the...

Three New Poems

The Demanding Gospel For Sunil Stephens “Luke’s Gospel is a gospel of mercy; it emphasizes Jesus’ identification with the poor and the lowly, and His willingness...