Bears Starving in the Woods Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food. There’s a plan to feed them. But no plan yet to feed people in the city nearby waving signs about working for food.
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In this small, blue room— overheated, clenched by melancholy, I sit the night, guarding carnival goods, blood potions, the knife thrower’s serrated blades. Two buskers beach-walk a tune, harmonies muffled by wave’s insistence. A mathematical conceit of stars burning to earth enriches water’s lap against pier beams, a night sailor’s crossing. Taken on as apprentice, the alchemist insists […]
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What We Know – By Gil Hoy It can truthfully be said that: regarding all the world’s matter of which we think and know, the whole lot is infinitely large and infinitely small. For a pinhead can— and does— boast a whole universe within it, and the galaxy is but a child’s spinning top. The same is true of man’s […]
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My friend, Edith Giles, is the mom of my childhood friend Tom. Tom is kind and loves sports and was my childhood protector against the likes of Michael Lombardi in grammar school. My brother Ed was another who looked out for me. Mrs. Giles would always say hello, how are you, and would read my writing, something always important […]
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The Domesticated Ducks At the lake house, I’m feeding the white domesticated ducks pieces of Bunny bread. They move along. And like me, sometimes they return as if in a row for a slice or rather a little bit of love as long as the hand is there.
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A new rising falls giving way to complete urgency of the now and gives glorious rise to the future. Pale towers of sheer strength tremble with the force of a billion suns give exuberant exultation to the oceans of the natural world while the spiritual converges into an apex of one fantastic singularity. No bigger than the smallest particle while […]
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Insomnia The house sleeps, but I am awake, tiptoeing back through my day. So many pieces left lying about, I want to fix them all. They’re too distant though, just beyond my fingertips, yet, squarely between me and my dreams.
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LA BÊTE DE GÉVAUDAN: 1764-1767 (THE BEAST OF GEVAUDAN) (Based partly on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_of_Gevaudan and translations from http://www.dinosoria.com/bete_gevaudan.htm and http://facteurx.chez.com/betegevaudan.htm) What devastated Central France three centuries ago? “A Wolfman Beast” said those who glanced and dodged this deadly foe. “La Bête de Gévaudan” – from Hell some thought this demon came. Yet only kids and women killed, no […]
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To The One Who Desires To Be Me what life is left in me to be desired? me, the wayward wing of a brawny bluebird that lost its grip on the tiptop of a fruit tree fell flat on the heart of a wretched rock where rains washed all traces of its milky memories far far away i live on […]
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Aurora Australis The stars spun in a flashing cloud purple and blue—pulsating and out of the middle of the swirl shone a black ray, seeming to fold in on itself, expanding simultaneously ser lat allar etoy eelh ottop alalalala ashalla shalla shallalalala ser atalate piercing my ears in its grasp crashing heavenly lightning upon my head.
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