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Patterns
The chisel as creator
Lends shape to wood, to stone.
Shape being the truth of character,
Reality of body and bone,
Sculpted fact of form,
The confidence of matter.
The paintbrush as creator
Draws maps of rainbows,
Contours of celebrations,
Then blends faithful colors
With their reserved spaces.
Spaces being the measure of possibilities
That...
Indignation as Elegy
An elephant without a face greeted me
on Facebook today,
his trunk and tusks
hacked away by poachers eager for ivory.
At first I thought it was a watermelon
sliced in half,
mistaking the pinkish blood
for the pulpy flesh of succulent fruit.
Why bother to extract excessive teeth
and risk being...
Two Poems
ELEGY
I am trying to catch the best of
Life as lived with my grandchildren
I am trying to comprehend death
When I see humans good as dead
As a sudden explosion transforms
A house of healing
Into grim inferno of the dead and the dying
And wounded children wailing
Desperately looking
For...
Along the Astral Sky
For that one person that I never met,why does my heart feel so shallow?you take a huge portion of my soulyet somehow we never crossed paths.
The whole universe stops when I imagineyou making dreams better than all realities.Two entities dazzling in the void...
Gantsilyo
Yarn, like stemsWinding around a steel bough.
Shaped into something different,Gloves, a scarf – a present
For your absentee mother.
Stalks pulled apart by tensionWith lasting curls,
Never returning to what it was.
Planting Season
They start when the sunlight isstill soft. They wear their sarok, farm’subiquitous item. From afar, theylook like banana plants that sag at the weightof their bulky fruits. I can’t fully hear theiroccasional conversation. Maybe they talkabout fixing their lone radio, which spurtsout nothing...
