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Hoard

The orange plastic pumpkin holds the child’s Halloween hoard. 
Sticky Starbursts and unwanted lollypops. 
Still. After Christmas candies have come and gone, Candy canes and hollow Santa losing his head. Will they still be here after chocolate bunnies and jellybeans? History suggests the hoard will endure even this long Lent of renunciation. The child’s pockets […]

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Sing

Sing Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth, How can I keep from singing?

 Sing me a song that is pure as the breeze… Sing to the Lord, God’s chosen ones. Sing him a song that is new. Zion sing, break into song. Sing a song of sixpence. In the dark the child cannot […]

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Beans

Beans The child’s finger pushing the careful beans down into the dark soil, collecting a half moon of fragrant dirt beneath the fingernail, is planting hope.
 That the silent seed soon will yield a hundredfold coils of tendrils climbing the trellis, broad leaves drinking the sun, and white blossoms ready to sail beyond the sunset. […]

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Distance

Distance How many miles to Babylon? Threescore and ten. Can I get there by candlelight? Yes, and back again. How long is a mile? How tall is a tree? If I climb to the top, how far can I see? Can I see to China, can I see to Rome? Can I see over the […]

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Mask

MASK


 Picking up a pen these days is like donning a mask to dive deep, delve into the dark waters down down below the bubbles, sinking below the twilight zone, searching the seas for signs of submarine life. Where there’s life, there’s hope. It’s the same if you compose at the keyboard, fingers clicking away, […]

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Home

Home 

I want to go home, the tired child whines and his mother silently agrees— though she doesn’t want to encourage his bellyaching. Her sore feet shuffle their complaints and her back groans assent, her hips remembering wearily how they have stretched five times to cradle five small hearts. 
Home, the child knows, is rest […]

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Translation Blues (Ekphrastic Challenge)

  Ekphrasis: “Description” in Greek. An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning. A notable example is “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” […]

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Little Brother

Little Brother In the late afternoon the blue room fills with languid light. Three little girls stand round while in Mother’s arms the new baby stills his little cries, that new strange squalling sound. Mother gazes down at her well-wrapped son He’s in pink, as is she, warm, strong color of rosy cheeks and cats’ […]

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Stumbling Stones

Stumbling Stone Not really a stone. A little bronze plate the size of a cobblestone, flush with the pavement. No one could trip over it except the way the eye catches on something bright and the mind cannot let it go, that idea that stays with you all day long until you go back to […]

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Room in Brooklyn

Room in Brooklyn High above the world, where the street sounds can’t hardly reach, her window with its lopsided shades looks over the rooftops where the clustered chimneys gaze back at the woman who sits so cozy in her wooden chair, now looking at her book now out at the ranks of windows, the red […]

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