Category: Fiction, Poetry & Humor

Poem: "I have Found my Friend again, and I know all is Well"
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Poem: “I have Found my Friend again, and I know all is Well”

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I have Found my Friend again, and I know all is Well It has been some time since we have talked, Longer than it should ever be, But You are the Master, and I am the slave, And that’s how it always must be. Is it Your will I am away so long? Is it […]

Poem: "A Mother’s Golden Heart"
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Poem: “A Mother’s Golden Heart”

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A Mother’s Golden Heart Even before the start Of life’s first dawning day I had a golden heart To guide me on my way Shining bright before me Golden as the sun Constant as the certainty Of the new day yet to come Gentle as the morning dew Upon the petals of the rose Patiently […]

Poem: "Pi"
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Poem: “Pi”

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Pi The admirable number pi: three point one four one. All the following digits are also just a start, five nine two because it never ends. It can’t be grasped, six five three five , at a glance, eight nine, by calculation, seven nine, through imagination, or even three two three eight in jest, or […]

Poem: "The Blunder is to Estimate"
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Poem: “The Blunder is to Estimate”

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The Blunder is to Estimate (Part Five: The Single Hound XVI) The blunder is to estimate “Eternity is Then,” We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me, No friend have I that so persists As this Eternity. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Am I to be Silenced?"
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Poem: “Am I to be Silenced?”

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Am I to be Silenced? Am I never to sing Your song, my God? Am I to be silenced? Am I never to sing Your song, my God, Like the birds who nest in the tree? Will my voice be taken away, Never to carry a note? Will the song be stilled in my throat, […]

Exploiting the American Prom
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Exploiting the American Prom

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Proms sure have gotten expensive these days. According to the San Jose Mercury News, high school kids spend nearly $4 billion annually for dresses, accessories, flowers, beauty products, limos and other prom-related items. The average couple spends upward of $1,000 for the one-time event. That got me thinking about my own prom in 1980. I […]

Poem: "If Christ Rose From the Tomb"
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Poem: “If Christ Rose From the Tomb”

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If Christ Rose From the Tomb He thinks he may have known me, but I see The uniform of 1943; Dead in all but memory, alive, He stares at me, my uncle has arrived How strange it is to meet the dead and yet There is no fearful sorrow or regret, Puzzlement and slowly formed […]

Poem: "Exhilaration is the Breeze"
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Poem: “Exhilaration is the Breeze”

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Exhilaration is the Breeze (Part Five: The Single Hound XI) Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the ground, And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found; Returns us not, but after time 5 We soberly descend, A little newer for the term Upon enchanted ground Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Tortures"
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Poem: “Tortures”

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Tortures Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has thin skin and blood right underneath, an adequate stock of teeth and nails, its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable. In tortures all this is taken into account. Nothing has changed. The body shudders […]

Privacy? Surely You Jest!
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Privacy? Surely You Jest!

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Ring. Ring. “Hello, this is Tom.” “We know who you are, Tom. In the digital age, you will be shocked by what we know about you.” “Who is this? The National Security Agency? I thought President Obama issued orders to rein you in!” “That’s a good one, Tom. Obama told the NSA to stop storing […]

Poem: "If I Write"
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Poem: “If I Write”

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If I Write Academia:  “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of Your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide […]

Poem: "A Daughter of Eve"
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Poem: “A Daughter of Eve”

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A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it […]

Poem: "You Give Me Your Quill"
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Poem: “You Give Me Your Quill”

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You Give Me Your Quill Sinner that I am O God, Still You give me Your quill To write the words that are on my heart When the evening is still. You touch me in the gentlest way, And you tear my heart within me. You fill me with wondrous praise, And prayers come out […]

Poem: "Light my Way"
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Poem: “Light my Way”

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Light my Way In the beginning was an explosion. Love exploded as energy filling the void! Whirling forth from it’s womb, Light scattered, seen and unseen, Racing through newborn time towards souls yet created. Angels, pure as the light itself, invisible Sped through eons, biding time, until the babe was born. Love’s energy illuminated them, […]

Poem: "Interlude"
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Poem: “Interlude”

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Interlude Something about the half-lit space invites silence. Sacred and calm. Sunlight, muted through treated windows, still manages to splash into the scene – its sepia-colored tint adding depth to a landscape filled with shadows. The silence, at home, speaks to the darkened corners as the expanding light blankets everything with its warmth. Maria Morera […]

Poem: "Utopia"
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Poem: “Utopia”

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Utopia Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here with branches disentangled since time immemorial. The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple, sprouts by the spring called Now I Get […]

Ecce Homo
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Ecce Homo

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He is alone in the dream. The stink of the jail cell dissipates and the smell of the seashore plucks at the man’s memory. He stands alone on the seashore. Small waves kiss the shore, like some nervous school girl who knows she shouldn’t but kisses a boy anyway. He thinks of the waves, then […]

Poem: "He who Seeks Me will Find Me"
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Poem: “He who Seeks Me will Find Me”

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He who Seeks Me will Find Me Hear this day My answer O child, The answer you have sought from Me. Know that it is the Lord Who speaks, He Who knows your every need. I am faithful to my servants, I am truth everlasting, I am life eternal, I am Lord of all. He […]

Poem: "The Convent Threshold"
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Poem: “The Convent Threshold”

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The Convent Threshold There’s blood between us, love, my love, There’s father’s blood, there’s brother’s blood; And blood’s a bar I cannot pass: I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud, With scarlet mud which tells a tale […]

Poem: "The Right to Perish..."
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Poem: “The Right to Perish…”

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The Right to Perish Might be Thought (Part Five: The Single Hound V) The right to perish might be thought An undisputed right, Attempt it, and the Universe upon the opposite Will concentrate its officers— You cannot even die, But Nature and Mankind must pause To pay you scrutiny.  Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Haunted Heart"
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Poem: “Haunted Heart”

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Haunted Heart I happened upon it so I’ll tell the odd tale Of a heart that lives where the cold winds wail On a dark lonely street where shadows are cast In a town I once found in my heartless old past Searching for answers, warmed by sunlight That town nearby was dark like a […]

Poem: "Who is Safe on Loose Planks?"
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Poem: “Who is Safe on Loose Planks?”

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Who is Safe on Loose Planks? If I am to have hope, it must be in the Lord For in who else can I turn in an hour of darkness? Who else can provide lasting assurance, but the Lord? There are many who can arise to the occasion. But which of these will survive the […]

Poem: "Fame is a Fickle Food"
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Poem: “Fame is a Fickle Food”

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Fame is a Fickle Food (Part 5: The Single Hound IV) Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, 5 And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn; Men eat of it and die. […]

Poem: "A Better Resurrection"
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Poem: “A Better Resurrection”

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A Better Resurrection Have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken […]