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nothing has changed only the forms of it

nothing has changed only the forms of it when we wedded the struggle brought us before a mayor who joked, run as fast as you can don’t let the dictator catch you

Muon

A fifth fundamental force might help explain some of the big puzzles about the Universe that have exercised scientists in recent decades. BBC The key to how the world works: Muon.After the fog had withdrawn one morning,I hiked up the mountain trail to seewhat...

TWO POEMS

KUNG FU POEM You killed my master In syllables two seconds out of synch with the lips,while a crooked finger points back to himself, vengeance smoldering in a fingertip,preponderance of death in a single knuckle. Wind and wine, be still, be without form—be water, which is never...

What Is Your Name?

How do you call yourselfwhen no one, not even you,listens? Where do you find the wordswhen everything escapes yourthoughts? What stories come to lifewhen images are no longerreal? When do you stop hearingwhat who always calls your namesays? How do you begin again?

FALL

How lovely to imagine he fall.In many ways, how true is that word for the season? And how the Bible has it in its very first chapter,Only beginning, and yet already there. Things fall, their the last act of grace –Leaves, bright red in postcards...

Flyleaf

Of fairy tales and future fakes, We twist our limbs until they break We force the fit of gown and gold We try to do as we are told But all our stories lost their way And all our stories end today We’ve had a sigh, a single pause We’ll start again with “once there was...

Random Pickings

Rage

It’s not only to crush You under the Soles of my Feet But to erase you And your Shadow So that nothing Remains Even memories of your Being here It’s not only to Have you Gone Piece-by-piece That will...

George Tapan’s Baler

This is us. Hold steady.No shakes please. We need clarity.No blur, but a clear picture of the windAnd clouds, our lives amongThe pebbles, our...

In Gratitude

In each moment of doubt…I thank TheeAs I remember the many questionsI tried to ignore,Who am IWhere am IWhy am I here In each moment...

Saint-Paul de Mausole Sonnet After Van Gogh

                                         The painting started out as one crude sketch, lines and proportions silly. All over the scenery, smudge of trees and houses. There was form and there was...