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Nota in Brevis
Starfallen Sunpiercer: A Poem
Come, my starfallen sunpiercer
bright horned
clarion call
unicorn.
White body
as exposed as
a host. Â Lifted up fragile as the priest's fingers,
giving God weight.
Butterfly pinned
to the black velvet world
soft with sin
stripped of all
illusion.
Unveiled to the naked world's
staring eyes slavering
mouth...
Nota in Brevis
A Smell of Burning (A Short Story)
She smelled strongly of burnt toast.
“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” The priest made a sign of the cross.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…”...
Nota in Brevis
The Gates of Hell Shall Not Prevail
A contributor and reader wrote to me the following thoughts on the gates of hell not prevailing, which I thought would help our readers, to offer some hope in these dark mid-January days. But...
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I AM: A Poem
I AM the Way
to heaven's road
but you cannot come
with such a load
of things so heavy
you think you knead
where only living
bread will feed.
I AM the treasure,
I AM the King,
I AM the wind
beneath your wing
like petals...
Nota in Brevis
Salome’s Dance to Freedom?
He - John the Baptist, that is - got beheaded for a party. Just goes to show, it's not good to be invited to those sorts of parties.
I wonder how mandatory Salome's presence was. ...
Nota in Brevis
A Politically Correct Poem
Burning Child — A politically correct poem
Stop. Don’t speak
a word
sew lips shut with wire
before barbed ire aroused.
We must be kindness-carnate
sweet asphyxiate
in syrup
before a word gets out
that burns.
Smother it pretend
it was an embarrassment
or accident
inconvenient
malformed
useless
unproductive burden...
