All posts tagged: Accepting

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 […]

Waving Hello

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Poetry

There are days when the world streams past like a horde of satiated ghosts rushing out the back door of the auditorium– the show here is over–! headed to their various ports of entry before they close. There’s the empty light socket in the train station in Dover that crackles and hisses between 2 and 4 AM, and the crook of an oak tree that’s open for the crescent moon. It never even knew, of course, the […]

The Moon Is On Fire

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Christ

The place itself, the physical structure, was  built to produce a return.  It’s all right angles and flashing from a tube, inoperable windows, and two-tone exterior panels of artificial masonry.  But it’s where we do it.  Each morning we drive in from all points of the compass to the center, gathering together as befits us, to produce work.  That’s the key, really.  To produce work.  To offer something up.  The flimsy walls don’t matter.  The […]