Category Archives: meditation

Sacrifice

His vatic eyes look on the lamb and the knife And he sees no boon from the blood to flow He hears drums, and flutes, and shouts and wails Past the sounds, dread chill winds blow down And cover with … Continue reading

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Undawn

Pray lift the lamp to light your face so I can know When we are, I mean, who we were, I mean to you To me that day, each day, in sun and by night Where then we saw, where … Continue reading

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Life sits apart

Small change of a cold scratches the throat, clogs the nose And sends me to sleep once in an hour to bite lips and cheeks. Pain does not fill me, the cold will pass, but while it lives In me … Continue reading

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In Hiruya

In Hiruya defeated shoulders hunch on the edge of cot in the shelter of a school In Hiruya a boy hooks his arm through the arm of a grandfather, an uncle or a neighbor In Hiruya no one relies on … Continue reading

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Robert Byrd Joins Edward Kennedy

I have served with presidents, not under them.

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Quiet Nights

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Bootless

They are even as a man cast into utter darkness In a room, painted black, windowless Who gropes for a light switch, which isn’t there Crawls on his knees looking for a candle, for which he has no matches Feels … Continue reading

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still opinionated, humble and charming

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Not my fault

That bum set me up, big time. I wasn’t always like this. I stood tall on my own feet, thank you very much. Not like now, groveling in the dirt. No, I had a nice place. Very nice, well tended … Continue reading

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One Hundred Dollars | The Ministry of Type

Who says happiness can’t buy money?

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