Terrible beyond despairing walk, Menacing cold clutches its stalk. Fevering swells its crippling tense, Sickness untold unfathomed suspense. Destruction impending unjust disguise, Terrifying deceit in tearful reprise. Engulfed horror at trauma pursuit, Disease stricken by powers’ salute. Fleshly shudders panicking fright, Nightmares entranced by visible light. Ghastly quakes punish the soul, Spirit painstakingly swallowed in…
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Who is invited to your table this Easter?
At God’s table It would not have been God’s table if they hadn’t all been gathered around it: the betrayer and the friend the power-hungry and the justice seeker the faithful and the fickle. When Jesus poured the wine, and the bread was broken; when everyone could eat – the outcast and the beloved the…
Glimpsing the Invisible
Tentatively enduring each agonizing gasp, you force your lungs to work but your eyes don’t blink. They finally called your name and you did the very thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do. Two steps ago you were safe in your chair. Now you’re that much closer to that fast approaching future you thought you’d…
The Golden Echo by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace, Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgrace— Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath, And with sighs soaring, soaring síghs deliver Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver…
Charles Olson reads ‘Letter # 41 [broken off]’ (Mar 1966)
A Poem of The Most Profane Sort
The old woman tilted her head like a cat who had just heard cellophane crinkle. It was almost as if she could hear something that I could not. “I would rather not speak at all than to speak words doomed to immanent ignorance,” she croaked. I had hardly begun my reply when, after following the…
Incarnation Zine–Happy Christmas!!
This year I decided to go homemade again as far as Christmas gifts are concerned. I wrote a poem and then my wife and I teamed up to create 10 little pen and ink illustrations. The poem is below, enjoy! Incarnation The beauty of night The stillness enshrine Small, humble and weak Expressed Logos Divine…
Among these dark Satanic Mills? William Blake’s Jerusalem
JERUSALEM (from ‘Milton’) by: William Blake (1757-1827) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my…
A Precocious Autobiography by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
“My grandfather came into my room. I had already undressed and was lying in bed. He sat down on the edge of my bed. He had in his hands a box of liqueur-filled chocolates. His eyes, usually mischievous and smiling, that night looked at me from under his gray prickly crew-cut with a tired and…
New Poem: The Question NOT To Ask
The Question NOT To Ask Start from the top. Pretend like I don’t know a thing and see if that helps you explain it. oh I get it, this is about what you know and what I have yet to learn. Don’t act as if everything is obvious. Smugness is not a good substitute for…