Category: My Work
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Redemption
Redemption “Ah! You do not know the weight and length of strong chain that you bear yourself!” That may be so. But I think I have glimpsed it and, while I still have the time and strength, I would rid myself of it. I am a penitent entering the confessional in fear and hope that…
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A Time And A Place
A Time And A Place This is a good time to live And a very good place to die. I am at peace with all things That seek to disrupt my simple life. One by one I have put them aside And sit here in the moment. The sun rests a soothing hand Upon my…
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Palimpsest? *
I have derived a number of meanings for Palimpsest. The Romans adapted the word from the Greek where its meaning was “to rub out” or “to rework”. At that time the medium used for writing was vellum or papyrus. Vellum was animal membrane that was scraped, smoothed and dried. It was both scarce and expensive.…
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Bedlam *
Bedlam * Joseph Merrick 1862 – 1890. was never put on display at Bedlam, but I take his case as the basis for this piece entitled “Bedlam.” Ravening through the night, Screams tearing bloody tracks Deep into minds and darkened dreams Carving lines across face and breast That mark the flesh of the inflicted Leaving…
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A Gentle Fall of Snow
A Gentle Fall of Snow How can such a thing Send a frisson of discomfort Through these old bones? A scene plucked From a Currier & Ives print? Smoke curling from a distant chimney? Skaters on the old Mill Pond? And the tinkling of sleigh bell harnesses? Once, when the world was bright and…
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Remember The 60s ? *
Remember The 60’s? * As the old saying goes, “If you remember the 60’s, Then you probably weren’t there”. That may be so. Much of the 60’s took place Somewhere else, Certainly not where it was supposed to. It took place in a fantasy world Conjured up by ad-men, movie producers, And magazine editors. Here…
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Pipe Dreams
Pipe Dreams Rising, ever rising Vague pulses behind my eyes Slowly first then faster and faster Through tattered clouds and swirling smoke Skyward bound with visions before my eyes Of nymphs and dryads that beckon Voices ringing like silver bells Eyes that dance and hair of sunlight Spun on wheels from golden straw This is…
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The Wardens of Skellig
The Wardens of Skellig * Communing with gannets, puffins and skuas, Amid ghostly ranks of long-departed monks And temptress selkies rising from the sea, The Wardens of Skellig Have much to talk about and ponder But only to themselves. Muttering for want of an ear to listen, Listening for want of a voice to hear.…
Palimpsest 