A Lullaby in the Storm

Don’t worry child, the flickers aren’t the horror film projection of your nightmares, or the fiery arrows of an intemperate god. The rumbles aren’t the drumbeat of giants warring in the sky, or boulders crashing down the mountain. The sheets of water that beat the window beside your bed aren’t a wind-blown flood, or a […]

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The Areopagite Upon the Shore

For Father Kimel   So you will preserve me too, and what you have given me will grow and reach perfection, and I will be with you; because this too is your gift to me  – that I exist             Augustine   The Beach and I became brothers in blood. When I was a child […]

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Rio Tijuana

Tears swell along Rio Tijuana’s littered banks strewn with detritus and dreams beyond it’s shore, for a Liberty whose arms no longer open to the tired, the hungry, the huddled masses. A Nation’s soul sours in fear’s ferment behind a wall built of block and iron that became our prison.   We cannot countenance a […]

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The Journey Below

I. Go, go on raven wings wafting in the night. Go where dragon fire flows upon the Acheron, Where Leviathan lurks in the mingling waters of Phlegethon. Violent whispers – their only venom There are no teeth, no claws, only the echoes of desperation, But the fire is yours until the thoughtless is purged to […]

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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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