Driving in the dewy air the biting tang from just beyond the thinning vale (thinner in the mountain mist) that separates our world from bliss. Beethoven on the speakers; themes again, again and then, ONE MORE TIME again. – Climbing up in apple tree to bite the skin-sweet juice and throwing (wasteful) high into the […]
Read more "Apple Day"I feel it as I walk the halls, and hear those academic calls and sense the tinge, the was, the once of college kids all crammed and rushed and wonder (as some students pass) in speech removed as tinted glass what might have been if I had seen the walking heads around me more and […]
Read more "Alumni Visit"I drive in the dark and the quiet, I drive where the shadows abound. I drive while the streets are still silent and traffic lights starble the ground. – I drive while the city lies sleeping. I drive while the good people dream. I drive where the shadow men burgle and criminals cohort and scheme. […]
Read more "A Dark Night"The flames dance: cool and elemental, wrapped around their twine of radiating energy. The crackle of the pine the snap of sparks that clack like pop bottles splacking caps. – So odd to see the darting light the wall of whelming warmth so unconcerned– sporting hues of purple-blues of lava deep as sun. So full […]
Read more "Flames"“And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots.” ~ Matthew 27:35 Greedy hands reached out eagerly to seize the woven fabric of the clothes lately worn by Jesus. Heated words, and shaken hands, and rips of sword sharp severing as the earthly garment that good and noble garment so lately dignified by him […]
Read more "The Spoil of the Strong"the SNAP of harsh rebellion echoed, tought and loud— the SPLAT of hot ingratitude that specked the watching crowd. – CRACKS of stiffened justice for all the brazen lies the CUFFS of wounded parent-griefs for running from the wise. – The cutting STAB of lust-ish shame now bleeding, oozing soars of living life for sensing […]
Read more "Stricken"Jesus came to heal the sick the weak, the sad, the sore, the ones stretched out in dire need the wretched and the poor. – You thought He only saved from sins? But Have you never read: – Lame men walked and mute men talked. Peter’s mother lived. – Where e’er they met him, demons […]
Read more "Surely He has born our Griefs"Where‘er he walked he was despised: we shook our heads, we rolled our eyes. Rejected one who dares to call himself the truth and us the thrall in dungeons dark and full of lies— this is why you bore the sores! you wore the sins no man endures – (and only God Himself can rise). […]
Read more "Epitaph of Jesus “The King of the Jews”"The earth around like hardened clay, Slabs of sun-baked flatness, Cracked with fissure lines of age all wrinkled up in heat. Nothing grows in desert air nothing young, or green or fair. – The floods once came and surged the flats you should have seen the waters— bearing all in whackish rush soaking in the […]
Read more "A Shoot Out of the Ground"Love stood knocking at the door and when I offered silence he waited, patient, on the stoop and called my name. – Each sally I would feign to make to leave the door and quiet the tiny blurt of conscience-prod— I saw he watched the frame. – I turned from him to read the world […]
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