Category: Entertainment
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Seventh Heaven
The October colors of the sugar maple trees along the sidewalk flickered in the slight breeze. Maples did not do well in the Phoenix climate, but that did not matter. These trees were artificial. It would take a close examination by an arborist to tell the trees were an imitation. In fact, many people preferred…
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River’s Branches
I see the child plunge into the swift streamnear the river bank where I am standing. It swims beautiful butterfly strokes and free strokes. The river carries in its imagesmy recollections of the river from the citywhich I was many times familiar with duringmy child hood. Barges, and ferries loadedwith hucksters, office workers, soldiers, students,factory…
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Similitude
I beat him endlessly, the man whoonce expressed his sexual interestsin my body when I was nine, andcontinued to do it steadily. He followedme many times, and sneaked into my earssome words uncomfortable to hear.He was half-awaked and half-dreaming,lunatic man whose insanity many ofmy relatives had mentioned of. But then,I became careless toward his actions…
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The Greatest of All Time
The question I am most frequently asked is this: “How did you get to be the greatest of all time?” My response is always the same: “I didn’t get to be the greatest, I made myself the greatest.” No one gave it to me, I earned the title, I took it; I willed it to…
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George MacDonald Universalism against Hans Urs von Balthasar on Universal Salvation
Many a wrong, and its curing song; Many a road, and many an inn; Room to roam, but only one home For all the world to win. (Eve, in MacDonald’s Lilith) I want to put two eschatologies in conversation, that of Hans Urs von Balthasar on Universal Salvation and that of George MacDonald Universalism. The…
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Dusk’s Heart
Gilded soft lightBrooding hueIllumine the trails to the entrailsOf heart, hearth, a life’s wombNothing more lucid than duskNothing pellucid but truthSoft on the eyesSoft on the soulSoft on the universe’s wombWarm dark gentle welcoming tombBrisk wintry evenfall, moon’s soft glowAxe at the root, trunk on the snowBreath by the earRaging peace in the gloamRove we…
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Night
I hear the laughter, and I think sometimes the whispers, of ancient Native American children late some nights when I’m sitting on my back porch smoking cigs. This is not some tired stab at the Southern Gothic supernatural. I mean this is Oxford, one of the birthplaces of American Gothica, but I’ve already used two…
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Decimation
The bedroom door kept dancing gorgeous van Gogh swirls while sounds around my windows sang Debussy voiles, while anything was everything. I tell myself I’m here to try to sleep despite this fusing force that surges deep inside my veins. I strain to close my eyes, and first this warping world is far too bright,…
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“Wishing on Worlds”
There is a world People aware of surroundings Acknowledging strangers Discussing dreams Changing attitudes Preserving peace There is a world cared by all No laws No rules No need for regulations Overflowing genuine reciprocity There is a world it could be ours But our world survived through screens has this false mentality the World Wide…
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Within My Happy-Go-Lucky Head
I aim to paint poemsbut am better suited topaint houses outside. Escape into life’sa goal good writers oftenget failing grades at. On the other hand,upshots are they’ve deadlierexit strategies.
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“Evaporations at 17,000 Ft”
I trekked miles, exceeded elevations to get high enough to hear myself think without the clutter day to day distractions. To be able to look at one thing and truly see it, for all it’s worth its purest form. Mountains stained orange, defined by rusty veins. My breath lingers as I exhale Smoke stacks dance…
