Cotton Candy

Time is our ignorance. – Carlo Rovelli, from Reality Is Not What it Seems   Cotton candy mist hovers over the schoolyard and dissolves in dawn’s incandescent mouth, the order of time resolves in the heat of the moving world. Sunshine on the sandbox swallows the echoes of footfall and half-forgotten freedom before the ringing bell, […]

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Quantum Night

There is no darkness, only the quantum flux of possibility that cradles all of heaven’s light like a thousand torches in the tender arms of night.   ©Jedidiah Paschall

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Roadside Memorial

For a young woman killed on the road near my home.   All things return to dust and carry in them the memory of primordial stars, Memory of the river pressed through concrete in the power lines beside the road Memory of the forest in the telephone pole.   In this world there is no […]

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A Strip Mall Hymn

I have a conflicted relationship with suburban life, not because the suburbs are any more or less defective than the city, but because I have a conflicted relationship to life in this world. There’s beauty and ugliness, beauty in the ugliness, and ugliness in the beauty I suppose. The trick is to find hope and […]

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Suburban Requiem

Immemorial mountains’ ancient peaks Cradle suburban roads smoldering in the vale, Summer mirages’ liquid dance, And rhythmic beating through black arterial lines In the shadow of sacramental signs of consumptive desire – empty promises of sexed satisfaction and satiated hunger on every noisy corner, That rip like razor-wire through lungs empty of the sacred Breath. […]

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The Harrowing of Hell

This post is related to the ‘To Hell With Them? series (Part 1 and Part 2) I am working through. However, I will take a more aesthetic approach here and share a brief but important section of my upcoming novel The Damned May Enter that deals with the Harrowing of Hell. In the Harrowing of […]

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A River’s Course

(photo: Tumalo Falls, Oregon by Tim Schallberger) A River’s Course be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart – Ranier Rilke   I am a storm-child born beneath shadows of basalt cliffs and snow-clad evergreen. I rage with gin clarity through the mountains empty of earth or her stains. In the slow time […]

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