A Private’s Judgement

Saltwater sloshes at my puttee-clad boots
as I sway beside my brother, the lieutenant.
His son, nearby, is propped on an elbow,
smoking in a crowded bunk at the sally port.

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Trappings of Antiquity

This place used to be alive. I can feel it.
The walls of the cliffs ascend beyond sight,
and the shadows engulf me as I walk.
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Methow September Memorial, 2020

Descended smoke thick as Beijing smog
Cell phone coverage and landlines out
All ties cut to the world-wide web
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Call to Worship

The water fountain
at All Saints Church
is built for children.
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A Rendering

A man approached the Master,
mind sincere, heart confused.
He wanted to serve no other.

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The Other Side of Infinity

I’ve heard interminable stories
about the inordinate number
of Inuit words for snow.
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Fenestration

In Architecture: The arrangement of windows and doors in a building.
In Medicine: A surgical procedure to correct certain causes of deafness.


May Day, 2020
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Autosuggestion, 22 Apr 2020

found lines from a time of great unrest, after Émile Coué

In 1920, Coué released Self-Mastery Through Conscious Autosuggestion in which he called the technique one with which “we play unconsciously all our life, as a baby plays with its rattle. It is however a dangerous instrument; it can wound or even kill if you handle it imprudently and unconsciously. It can on the contrary save your life when you know how to employ it consciously.

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The Way of Pain

He tries to stay light on his feet.

His name is not Muhammed Ali.
He does not float like a butterfly,
he does not sting like a bee.
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Proverb

      For surely there is an end—
         as sure as there is Spring.

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