candles in earth tell
ancient fables to tree roots
angels whisper “Grow”.
…
candles in earth tell
ancient fables to tree roots
angels whisper “Grow”.
…
(post formally called ‘the magic touch’) I love magical realism, the unexplained sitting side by side with routine, reasoned reality. Perhaps I love it because in truth reality rarely appears very reasonable. My fascination may in part be because that taste of magic fulfills in me a yearning for everyday enchantment, but not too much…
sweetened seeds in sheaths,
spring’s tunic dressed in
last sun’s poppies,
twelve moon pirouettes since
we consumed these;
One of two poems:
we lit candles after
their names and tales on our ears
flames flickering, like souls.
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
The following was written in response to a symposium by the same name, Yom Kippur and the examining, releasing and power of words. In Dialogue Dialogue curation; The art of conversation, Of counted words And exclamations, Of rhythms and inhalations, Of politics and poetry In gagging law and commentary Noetics interfacing fantasy In iterate sachet;…
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