star-sharpened stones

As stones sit In the dusty autumn grass, I can see them grow, Give birth to stars. Once a volcano’s heart, They crystallised, And broke and went Out to be quarried. Now they catch Onto the sun’s heat and joy With freshly-cut prisms And inlets of quartz. Transparent, ready to jump At the first inkling […]

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Rudens kā rudens

Rudens kā rudens; Rudenām šķipsnām Iešalcas lapas Zaļganām maliņām — Čukstu čauksti sabirst Pelēkā zālē. Saule neizbalē, Tā pārzied Dzeltenās kļavās, tā Sabirzt piecstūŗa plēksnēs Un aizplakš mums garām. Rudens kā rudens, Oranžām malām Zilu dūmaku tālumā.

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to Him of the hosts of heaven

I love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]

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droplets of sun

Standing under the yellow maples in October rain Is like standing inside the sun — only cold, but the light is there; The rain splatters, the leatherly leaves crackle and sing, And depart like little comets melting nowhere; The grey of the sky becomes less low and oppressed As if the leaves filtered out All that is dim […]

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Thoughts on ‘The Flying Dutchman’ as Sung in the LNO on 30 September 2018

The Latvian National Opera strikes again. Opera consists of so many things. The getting-to. The Audience. The Dark Silence whilst the orchestra plays the overture. This time someone had taken the audience in consideration and showed little Roman numbers of the actual Acts of the play up front so people could follow the major themes […]

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underpinned

Let me select, From a list, uninterrupted, A sheet of moonlit rain, Add hail And welcome you to the darker days. The leatherly leaves Have left, unrecovered, Their posts up high And blackbirds Compete with starlings and crows. Untie my eyes So that we see, unchallenged The song of going under, And stay Still amongst […]

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Question

I asked God what was going on. He asked me a question: Why do you think the resurrected Christ still has the open wounds? Why indeed. Now I am thinking.

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to a tree in September

You too grow yellow as the sun enters the equinox. The shadows cut sharp against the pale clouds merged with the haze Where the sea breathes Another storm. Your branches lose the whispering weight and turn to silver. Chattering starlings come and throng away whistling an almost wedding song. The seeds have scattered for small […]

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the glass does not hear

the little wooden man beats both fists at the wall. attention. attention. the glass is too thick. the soundless things outside do not wave back, do not move. silence. silence. the glass covers all. time moves in a circular dance of stars in the night and the trees. be blind. do not see. the glass […]

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A discussion fit for this day:

GoT, Season 7, e6 17:43-18:06 Beric Dondarrion: I don’t think it’s our purpose to understand. Except one thing– we’re soldiers. We have to know what we’re fighting for. I’m not fighting so some man or woman I barely know, can sit on a throne made of swords. Jon Snow: So, what are you fighting for? […]

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Metonīmijas

Vienu baltu rozi, Kad viss pārējais nozied – Pār kritušām lapām, Kad ēnas kļūst gaŗas, Kad elpojam atvasaru, Un saule pār takām. Vienu zaļu ērkšķi, Ko apcirstā vāzē iemērkt Pie melnām saknēm, Vienu siltu roku Zem kailajiem kokiem, Kad rudens atnāk Raudzīties zvaigznēs, Kur dvēseles aiznes Vējš garām kapiem.

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Game of Thrones, Season 6

This was a season almost likeable. The theme of violence, of course, continues stretching and developing. The scenery, all of it, is breathtaking. The detail of the sets is amazing, stunning even. The speakers of Dothraki and Valyrian have learned to speak Dothraki and Valyrian (compared to the initial seasons). The Winter and the Long […]

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Haunting

Sing me a song when the daylight is gone, Sing me the day anew. Sing me the grass, and the trees, and the sun, Sing me the wind and the dew. Sing me the rye fields in full bloom, Sing me a summer rain. Sing me the sting of the ice in the air, Sing […]

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A beer can

My kid brother died Aug 2, 2005. This is his lay. This too is his lay, only written as a scene for a Creative non-fiction workshop on Aug 2, 2018, inspired by the excellent Inara Verzemnieks, a professor extraordinaire. (and the only person who has ever praised me for writing silences, which has perplexed me). […]

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GoT Season 5

Maybe there is hope for the show in terms of maturity. Not the “mature content” maturity, but thoughtfulness, or something less flesh, more spirit maturity. With overdogs dead, underdogs slowly claw to the surface. Many experiences of Winter getting closer and closer, more darkness, swordplay, frozenness and white walkers enter on cue. Jon Snow gets […]

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Heron’s song

Make it rain. Sound thunder in the deep heaven. Raise up the dark seas. The grass is parched, The trees grow yellow, The fishes cry, The frogs grow scarce. Make it rain. Drum hotly the unyielding clouds. Scatter the hail. The wheat grow tired, The cucumbers wilt, The birds take baths In sods ground to […]

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GoT Season 4

Darkness, politics and religion unite to deliver a mushy picture. Upside: The filming locations are fabulous. Gorgeous even. The Dragon Queen and lady Sansa start developing into some notable characters. The dwarf Lannister pays his debts, or many of them. Finally, we get rid of prince Joffrey, whose thoughtless violence and evil for the sake […]

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GoT Season 3

Summary: Nekkidness, violence, more violence and gore. Observations. A mother’s love can sprout incredible cruelty if applied at a certain angle. A mother’s love can kill and kill again. If one side goes zig, the other sometimes zags, sometimes jumps. Women must manipulate as they are not given any heed openly. A nice take on […]

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Bez vietas un briežiem*

Mīļā, šodien ir pumpuri pušu, un žubītes burbuļo neapklusušas. Mīļā, jasmnīns zied trausls un krēmīgs, un liepas piebalso neizlēmīgi. Mīļā, saule jau stāv tik tuvu, un zeme auksta neapturami. Strazdi bērnus jau palaiž tautās, un vārnēni zālājā nenopļautā; Un smiltis skrien naksnīgā vējā, pār atmiņām skrien nepaspējami. Mīļā, ir atkal debesis pārplīsušas, un man tevis […]

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