The Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll is a poem of warning. Perhaps there is an irony in it for us today, with our suspicions of the sort of person Carroll may have been. But, it is still a lovely, lively nonsense. For some reason, I read this poem as boy hero against an adult female monster, … Continue reading Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol
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Identical is Boooooring
Gerard Manly Hopkins' "The Wind Hover, To Christ Our Lord" This poem by Hopkins does not have the identical of a parable wherein we might find explanations; rather here we have the raw edges of ambiguity rubbing to reshape chaos to the will of a Maker.
146040 Bird by Dorianne Laux — American Life in Poetry
For days now a red-breasted bird has been trying to break in. She tests a low branch, violet blossoms swaying beside her, leaps into the air and flies straight at my window, beak and breast held back, claws raking the pane. Maybe she longs for the tree she sees reflected in the glass, but I'm… To … Continue reading 146040 Bird by Dorianne Laux — American Life in Poetry
Black Rags
wind harries black rags against blue sky, white crowned mountains— raven croak Fact
Audubon Warblers by Kevin Cole — American Life in Poetry
The Audubon warblers keep the time of their coming, Arriving on stillness of a storm, Their breast and backs as dark as low bruised banks of cloud, Rumps and throats as yellow as blooms of buckwheat. They throng this evening in the newly-leaved Tender-tipped canopies nervously weaving Through the catkins like frantic prophets Bearing… So … Continue reading Audubon Warblers by Kevin Cole — American Life in Poetry
Sunday Morning, Waiting for Spring!
The fabric of the hour is snow. It wraps and closes roads-- its net of drift slows every go, and nothing bodes but a weary afternoon of wait and tea--and slow hope there will be a soon when God is not sewing snow.
He?She? Renews a Membership
Her rhymes with sure. Him rhymes with dim. Rhymes have meaning, Sometimes demeaning. Which is something to remember when pronouning “member.”
Even in Darkness
I have, on a moonless night, turned from the dark fail of mankind’s madness, to look on the dappled ageless sky-- before man made God and time-- and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time— just the spark that gains my lively living eye. Here is a greater thing than faith: from dust of stars … Continue reading Even in Darkness
Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
It is unlikely you know or know of Lon Darby. He is one of the unfortunate lost of our time—though if it were up to Millie Fray he'd be enshrined in mosques and temples and steepled churches right now. I had certainly never heard of him, nor of Millie Fray, before one night two weeks … Continue reading Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
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