Category Archives: Poetry

Though this page too will crumble (Valentine card no. 35)

Someday we will have made love for the last time. Will we know this at the time as one inept and final fling? Or will cooling embers simply have turned to wisp-whipped ash? Must I name a heart suddenly failing? … Continue reading

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Sed contra (a poem)

I suppose I will always be suspect to you, heir as I am to martyred dissent, beholden to untidy reality no catechism can tame, gripped by loyalty to bishops and creed through a second simplicity not simple at all, a … Continue reading

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“As”

A pebble in our shoes, that little word: “Forgive us our sins as …” “as we forgive those who forgive us.” As we forget? No, of course not. And yet I do remember. And remembering I hurt anew, wincing. And … Continue reading

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“The Little Nation” by Jessica Powers

Having recently discovered the poetry of Jessica Powers, thanks to Give Us This Day, I find this one especially delightful and apropos in these days that tempt us even more than usual to trust in violence. I guess it also … Continue reading

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My Bucket List

A Maturing Zen Christian Localist Manifesto Eat a nutritious breakfast. Figure out how to use a prayer book and start saying the liturgy of hours. Find a local parish with a priest who loves and listens to the people; attend … Continue reading

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Thoughts in a season of dreary news

So is this how it ends — civilization we call it? First, a few trillion insults uncountable mounting thoughtless words, and a billion well-meaning projects each with fruits unintended unforeseen misdirected sinned and singed by one human condition now globalized across … Continue reading

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For Joetta

Prose Haiku July 2007 We walk the labyrinth, my love and I. Curving around each other, almost crossing, turning away, back, parallel, apart, one mysterious destination. Labyrinthian ways run through the bed where we touch tenderly and weep bitterly. They … Continue reading

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