All posts filed under: Poetry

New Moon Gymnastics

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Poetry

I went for a swim. Now I am dripping with this stuff. The words are all one-sided. If you look at the wrong side it’s not even there. You hold one up to the sun and it looks like a translucent ash, because we’re all falling out. In my desire to move in a quiet circle, I can see: sometimes even the straightest shot is a broken one. Life is this thing, you catch yourself […]

On Pulling Oneself Together

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Poetry

One day I looked Hafiz straight in the eye (his left if you must know) (my right) with the full faith and undeniable force of forty beleaguered years of human existence on this little planet of ours, which, in case you hadn’t noticed, is clearly going right down the same unsanitary tube as the one that we now call an asteroid belt, and I said half-jokingly, “Tell me the first thing that comes to mind.” […]

The Magnificence Challenge

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Christ / Course Ideas / Poetry

When I saw Linda’s Magnificence Challenge it gave me a moment of pause to think about how I might answer it, but it did not take long for me to recall a favorite quotation of mine I thought might get the ball rolling: “You are the work of God, and His work is wholly lovable and wholly loving. This is how a man must think of himself in his heart, because this is what he […]

The Beloved’s Cable Television Network

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Poetry

When I awoke I found that Hafiz and I were riding breathless beneath a whirling sky of flames and television screens, beneath booming voices that emerged from the darkness to pound the night’s hide with declarations and logic that made the ground shake all around us like we were dashing through the replay of a furious world filmed on a handheld. Our lips were drawn in taut lines, our horses tireless, our clothing billowing and […]

Falling Leaves

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Poetry

I keep sensing this thing called Love. The leaves are whispering something about it right now. I imagine that when they all make a sound together like this, each vibrating in a crisp binding they have built in this last season of the light– one they never knew would lead to this– they hear a sound so beautiful they flood with joy and forget at last to hold on. This is how Love guides itself. […]

Two Pieces

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Poetry

Welcome Home Everywhere you go, silence follows. Peace and quiet have this down to a science. They send out their tails to watch and record everything that happens while you’re out there looking for that certain something someone somewhat somewhere– trying to get better. They blend in undercover and look like exactly what’s happening. They’re armed with technology. Don’t look for them, though. This isn’t the time for paranoia. Just be prepared: when you do […]

A Perfect Day

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Poetry

Yesterday was perfect. After three months my best short story yet was rejected twice in the span of an hour via form letters of compensatory encouragement, which must mean I’m getting somewhere, in between which I used a shabby putter to sink two twelve footers in a row down the cubicle aisle. We made some jokes together and we laughed. We had to hazard a guess about how much natural gas will cost in three years, which […]

On a Scale of One to Ten

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Poetry

We’ll never know what it’s like to exist forever in a condition of perpetually transforming joy and goose-bump inducing discovery if we don’t consider it a very real and inevitable possibility. It does sound pretty out there, but so don’t NASCAR races to German Shepherds. If we don’t consider it a very real and inevitable possibility, we’ll likely take something perfect and beautiful just as it is, something like space exploration or boat building or […]

All Day, Just This

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Poetry

All day I am sitting. On that bench. There is some wind nearby I recognize, or maybe it is this: a dove has flown through the doorway? The sky I mean. Two timbers and a lintel in my mind, and the clouds that are playing house upon the ocean. A dove has formed from the sky and my heart trembles because it knows of such things, and also because all day I am sitting on […]

The Thing About Fear

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Poetry

Fear is like knowing with a dreadful certainty there is a sixty-foot troll exploring the corridors of your existence in a pair of rubber-soled shoes like the spies are obligated to wear in all those books to sneak up on one another– a five-story, monolithic brute gliding through you like a dorsal fin through water who might appear at any moment and squish you flat upon sight as if you were a tiny black spider roaming a shiny […]