EQUUS & ANIMA November and I’m walking home after work, shortcut through the paddocks with a chill ground fog closing in around me, animals huddled together stare dull eyes in a dull light, mesmerized by their own breath. The field is a vision of hoar-frost and sculpture, necklaced with fences. Air so still I hardly notice them at […]
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High Tea in Missouri They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often to admire my wife’s garden. The English roses remind him of home, he says, and one day he invites us over for tea at the civilized hour of 3. That day at 3 we enter an old world in […]
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Cliché Adumbration of authenticity is credible as credo of mendacity. Praxis of pigeonholing lulls us. Nirvana isn’t in nomenclature. In eschewing tracks of tenebrousness. Gnomes of knowledge must kindle their lanterns by lynching doctrines of divisiveness.
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NEVER KNOWING WHAT HIT (Based on the painting [above] by Danell Millsap of the Scotch Cap Tsunami at Unimak Island, Alaska, on the night of April 1, 1946, where all five Coast Guardsmen manning the lighthouse were killed [see www.semparpac.org/tsunami.jpg]) I ponder the Scotch Cap Tsunami And wonder just how it felt When impact dismembered your body From […]
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We are all creatures of this great earth — interconnected in ways beyond understanding. Take elephants. So big. So strong. And yet, when a member of the herd passes, even elephants mourn. They gather around, extend their trunks, and gently touch the tusks of their fallen friend. It’s their ritual. It’s how they heal. And it’s sad. And it’s beautiful. […]
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Cover to Cover – By Gil Hoy I’ve loved to read, listen to the melodious flow and tempo of another man’s written words and sentences through my eyes but in my brain, for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I trekked each day along the cobblestone alley behind our house with a carrier full of books on […]
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The Titanic Tale 1908 launched the gloomy history The making of mystery story A sea vehicle that took away all’s breath A beast wrought with unequalled strength A poignant parable of vainglorious hassle A doomy debut foiled the fun of the fleeting vessel That age that science carved a niche Technological dexterity fuelled an ingenious itch To sculpt […]
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Part II Let calcium lines be shaved of moss and other growth be centered, Re-score the patterns. All who change and slither shall live; those who clinch all roots shall perish. Wilful ignoring and retraction is a key to survival. In the circle, all is death; through the lines, life is pursued. But all life is angular, clinches segmentation. Knowledge […]
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The Cross Near the Edge A too small cross in a big wayside shrine amidst the fields on the fertile loess soil, soon to be devoured by the bucket wheel excavator, a monstrous word for an even more monstrous machine. The shrine made of dark red brick, plain, simple, solid, almost for eternity, like the many farmhouses here; […]
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Voyage to Italy AND IN GREAT PARNASSUS THE DWEEBS HELD SWAY SIFTING AND RISING FROM THEIR HARD BEDS BECKONING AND WELCOMING THE BECOMING OF THAT MAN WHO DRIVES DOWN THROUGH THE BUFFALO HERD AND THE HERD OF THEM PREGNANT AND BRIGHT BRIMMING WITH THE WONDROUS THE LORE AND THE SHINE THE MIRACLES FED WITH FORKS […]
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