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Monthly Archives: January 2019
MLK, Always Arriving
“And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you.” Most of us can hear Martin Luther King’s thunder and cadence from his speech in Memphis the day before his death in 1968. He knew – a voice was … Continue reading
Armageddon Blues
I am happy to see my poem, Armageddon Blues, in the winter issue of Salamander. The poem is full of irony and tenderness for the challenges of everyday life in times of siege. The unthinkable seems to suck all … Continue reading
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Winter Dance
Winter Dance Birds moving in the dead of winter – where to? Half the tribe whirls towards the west, then breaks with sudden panic, flapping to an open tree; they mark its naked branches hot-house blooms forced open or scarves … Continue reading
The New on my Sleeve
In spite of my jaded self, wearing Ecclesiastes as a badge sewn onto velvet sleeves, I laugh. The sky knows no calendar. It doesn’t give a whiff for New Years. But damn, those clouds, puffed sweetly across the sky … Continue reading
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