Sunday, January 22, 2023

Days

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  Days are the harvest of time. Each a segment of film-strip lit with its own light and, for all the weight that fills them,  thy...
Monday, January 16, 2023

The Hands That

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  In death it’s often the hands cranked square immobile hold the eye; held solid that dead soul. Ah, the hands that could catch...
Sunday, January 15, 2023

The Photograph

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  My father in a beam of sunlight from the kitchen window, the rest of the room a dim background; hands extended, bending down to his...
Monday, January 9, 2023

Starry Night

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  The intricate weave of their rhythms glint and ripple glitter and flow sometimes loud sometimes low I sit through the...
Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Cigar Smoke

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  Outside, in dim night light, smoking a Christmas cigar, looking along the front wall, the angle it makes with the eaves, the dark trian...
Friday, December 30, 2022

A Transparent Eyeball

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  “ I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God.”  ...
Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Man in Man

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  Inside himself, that’s the silence. He lived away from us, from our view; a complete union of person and soul; an isolati...
Wednesday, December 21, 2022

The Christmas I share with Paddy Kavanagh

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When in ‘A Christmas Childhood’, Patrick Kavanagh writes, “ Cassiopeia was over Cassidy’s hanging hill, I looked and three whin bushes r...
Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Portrait

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  this way, flesh pouring; mouth agape, teeth watching there, there, tumbling dice, eyes unhitched, plunging down faster, ...
Sunday, December 11, 2022

Explorer

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  Collecting your warmth on the palm of my hand, explorer of exotic landscapes, brushing over the warm skin, the shallow arc of your bac...
Monday, December 5, 2022

Our Days

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  Days: we grow into them, eventually wear them snug; you and I were different fits. Days of mild disagreement stacked one on the ot...
Friday, December 2, 2022

A Memory

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  I have a memory : two lovers lying in a meadow, a cosmos of May flowers ; their laughter swishing them round and around a ...
Friday, November 25, 2022

We don't imagine it

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  She holds her child in her hands, barely more than a basket of bones light as twigs. I see the anguish in her face, and try to imagi...
Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Quantum Exploration (as far as I can make out)

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  Each discovery opens the door To a room more empty. Converging to a point, and it bugle-shaped to infinity.
Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Universe

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  Stars make space in my head. Standing flying, The universe without within; Minute, infinite I.