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Sweeney In “The Waste Land”

Hey, Sweeney – It’s all at the beginning Cleanth, Surrender your syntax Blackmur construct through Joseph’s watchful eye to disconnect mindful meaning in blasphemous contempt of temporal relationships. They delight en p’resence de a’bsence. Glimpsed Spender today. Says you have fallen prey to Conrad; Cannibalism and the dark magic Of the materialist corruption of civilized […]

Talking Stick

The talking stick, also called a speaker’s staff, is an instrument of aboriginal democracy used by many tribes, especially those of indigenous peoples of the Northwest Coast in North America. The talking stick may be passed around a group, as multiple people speak in turn, or used only by leaders as a symbol of their authority and right […]

The Beach

I lay on a striped drape laced with painful colours of a obscure fruit with deep roots in a language that my mouth won’t make. It settles in sabled solidarity with origins that gaze to the edge of infinity’s mist somewhere more, or less, beyond what I can see. The waters swell pitch and bright […]

The Garden

Inspired from “The Snakes of September”, By: Stanley Kunitz Our roots now deep within the quiet refrain of December’s stillborn renditions that course fugitive for distilled moments given of time’s patent for fresh reserve. Soon new buds will browse the first chill of January’s virgin mist that binds our tethered limbs as we begin to […]

The Hill

Inspired from: “Groundhog Day” By Richard Eberhart  The hill berths fresh forage where grasses Trace succulent to mornings early din. Nearby a putrid lamb curdles a tall jar, Neither christened nor cracked, while a Groundhog’s soul muses upon the Fragrance of Spring’s new daisy that Tilts upon a single beam, here to fro, Then winks […]

The Window

Come share with me sweet Sage The flickering delight as Angel’s Trumpet shares Datura’s beauty; This window breaks the blinding fright. Remain close sweet Sage To gather safe from pestilent Chimera As they dance to the flame of shimmering truths The crude songs of real kind. Born from comet’s flight Socrates stands bare in Pantheon […]

Waters

Would it be impertinent for the waters ebb to resist reaching for the embrace of celestial authority? Harmless compared to many things. Surely it shares power with those matters influenced by its strength, giving free birth to the pellets and pebbles that sort themselves pleasantly about its fervid flow. Back then forth, Back and forth. […]

Twinkle

Remembering Jane Taylor, Judy Garland, Israel Kamakawiwo’ole & Louis Armstrong Twinkle, twinkle little star Though I no not who we are – I cast about your endless sea To find the truth I search to be. Twinkle, twinkle little star I often fear that where you are – Within your dark and distant deep, My […]