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National Poetry Month 28 – Nothing
A house without books, is like several looks At where the hands on a clock-face Show more than 12 hours in a row, Endless hours where the mind withers And the words you don’t read have no Perch or vine or place to put in roots. No frame to place around an Old Master, solid…
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National Poetry Month 25 – John on the Beach
The island of Patmos wasn’t so bad this time of year John in his exile set up a little hermitage Took a walk down to the beach in the afternoons Spoke to the other exiles Shared his food and his stories. “I knew Christ, he loved me as a brother. He told me that I…
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National Poetry Month 24 – Tale Ends
Imagine a book made with only leftover bits, the excised verses of the Bible paragraphs cut out of Moby Dick an alternate ending of King Lear a whole chapter out of The Odyssey that somehow was written down on one of Homer’s dinner napkins and found in a tomb. Can you make a prize-winner out…
The Numinous Cosmos 