Category: Writing
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CSA Potluck — from 58 poems written at 29
Ciders spiked and the simmering wild rice that she rendered in a root soup for the CSA staff and Martín as we planned produce. Patience is a talked dialog dance. We drive one another nutso with no thought To listen along out of love for the mind Of fellow men: we fight for time to…
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Evil is My Disease — from 58 poems written at 29
Boethius claimed badness or the wicked Or evil is a disease, even as weakness Wanes the body. Well, then, I Am so sick, my friend. See my shakes? See my quaking? Soothing balms Of wiser words evade my mind And its dreaming machine. A dry and an arid Landscape was seeded along the trenches Of…
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Yoke of the Mother — from 58 poems written at 29
A Queen is a King who carries the weight Of the world within her. Enwombing the younglings And entombing their titles, taking their passings On a pilgrimage or a parade. Powder she spreads — The ashes of embers that echo the flames Of memories marking men and their gains And lovings or leavings. The leftovers…
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A Drizzle in Brooklyn — from 58 poems written at 29
A drizzle in downtown Duenweg is something Like my wife waking and the water of her shower Misting me while I make my chin Clean with the cutting. The crisp mist Is a walk by a wayward water fountain Or a splash pad. Spread the mist Over the evening and aim it at me And…
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Upon Finding Your Old Prison Letters and Prayers — from 58 poems written at 29
It was freezing and fire and filled with the smell Of men who made due with maybe two Pairs of britches and who probably shat One anyways in the evening. Yet over it all You sing your song of something like a hope Or a cosmic comedy, of a careful need To never neuter the…
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Greenwood Cemetery Graves at Snowfall — from 58 poems written at 29
Snow on the stones, salts and ices That garnish the graves. Greenwood waits For the day when dawn doffs the wrappings And garments of granites, the garland of a robe Or a blanket’s mask on the bleak pillars Like condoms or clasps of copper bracelets Or the hood of The Grim. How will their clothing…
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Home — from 58 poems written at 29
You yanked up years of dreaming When they pulled the plug out. Powerful longings — How they flounder in flame. But fleeting are the ways Friction frees us: it frames our pains But tames truth — is the time we spend Bitter a better base for erecting Tomorrow’s morning? Minds fashioned After the evening will ever…
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Monomyth Definition: A Defense of The Hero’s Journey
Let me again pick up a standard that has fallen on our literary battlefield: the standard that marks the entrance of The Defender of The Common. It would seem a silly thing to need to defend common things, but in truth we have grown quite accustomed to tearing down good things simply because great things exist.…
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Pane — from 58 poems written at 29
Light leaks in lifting the spirit Of this glass-surfaced glittering kitchen Table and my letters. To tend to many Things in thin-air — this is a way To illumine our love. For light, it shines On to it and up to it, undergirding Its place in our plane. The panel of glass-surface, Framing our fictions, fades…
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The Best Amateur Website Still Uses Canva
Featured Tool: Click here to access the main tool that the best amateur websites use. Awhile back when I went cruising around for advice on my site, I found the best amateur website still using the same service that all of these other amateur websites used. I hesitate to mention it because I don’t want to…
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Mr. Two Face Dark Knight : Meeting Jongluers and Troubadours in my Dark Knight Rewatch
I could be called Mr. Two Face Dark Knight when it comes to analysis and thinking — reflectively — on the films and books I read. I don’t know about you, but I find myself wrong more often than I’m right. Likely that’s because everything we don’t know is infinite. Everything we do know is finite. And…
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The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot
In keeping with the annual tradition of reading the best Christmas stories for adults (as well as the best Christmas stories for kids and the best Christmas poems), here is The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot: As you’ll hear in the recording, I was clued into The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot by Professor…