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Tag Archives: poetry
The early morning dreams were the worst, when the bridge between sleep and the waking world was already open to traffic, its boundaries blurred; she’d wake uncertain if he’d really come back, dazzled and dazed by what she would do … Continue reading
I dreamed of the young ones on graduation day. They were leaving for war, assembled rank and file on the high school field, the front line singled out and sent away. We tried to reach them for a parting embrace; … Continue reading
Trinity (in preparation for Sunday) When the children were little, and they wouldn’t listen, they wouldn’t play nicely, or tidy their toys, or eat their greens, or let go of the poor cat’s tender tail, I would say, “I’ll count … Continue reading
The skylark, singing. Clouds; but those that reach the mountaintop fall as rain, giggling and gurgling. A swan, slow to start, duckpond runway, lifting largely, broad wings set free. Incense laden with prayers, pious particles. A child on a trampoline, … Continue reading
I have expanded since she left, as though she wedged me tight, her elbow in my side, that space whence God had made my other self; restored my second lung inflates; her voice still susurrates as I exhale.
Living in a portable Perspex box, beauty teases on the breeze, my hand smacks hard against its borders, my lips bruised from reaching for tenderness.
The green wooded hills appear moss-laden, springy, inviting embrace
I started the meeting excusing myself – “This has been an unusual day,” – when, cut short by an out-loud laugh, I wondered how long, in fact, it had been since we talked about anything normal, reasonable, regular; accepting the … Continue reading
Things that I struggle with, in no particular order: Unscrewing the lid from a new jar of pickles. Unravelling tangled yarn chewed by the cat. Understanding the holy mystery of the empty tomb. Untying the umbilical cords that bind us … Continue reading