Somewhere in Between

It’s hard to live somewhere in between the gutter and the stars to sing rhapsodic songs in the tangled wreckage of yesterday’s swirling storms   Harder still to believe silence isn’t a threat but a holy invocation into an unspoken litany an invitation that melts memory of the mire and night’s indigo shine into a […]

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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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One Giant Leap

When I think of progress, I see men bounding on the moon In a ballet of awkward beauty, And I hear the laughter of children Bouncing on the playground During a recess potato-sack race, Moved forward by an unassuming bliss.   Which makes me wonder what it was like To live in a country that […]

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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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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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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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