Six

This is a poem that has worked out its theodicy from the depths of experience and witness. Or should I say here, the theodicy has been worked out for the time and place of this poem, of this theologian. The good forces encircle and cover the the one who will go through the dark and […]

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five

today is the tomorrow of yesterday today is the yesterday of tomorrow love never ends.

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four

the sun lies low, hugging the horizon, its rays flat, lowered, angling for the last strands of the green on the mud-beset ground. only the lichen shine back from the craggy brown apple-trees. in a fork, brightly a raven’s feather, a pike of metallic sheen, vibrating with the wind’s breath. the sun coldly withers and […]

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three

two years ago, there were 6 pigeons, maybe fewer even, flying in and out of the yard. normal pigeons, powder-blue, mad-eyed, pretending to be the navel of the world. there were two crows too. and 17 cats, most of them ferals. and of course, there were the herring gulls and all sorts of other white […]

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two

while we slept, the world underwent a revision.tiny icicles fell from above and inundated the black with refractions.when we got up, there was no difference between up and down, right and left: all was white, even the air.I let da Kat out. He sniffs the air. He jumps up, trying to catch the new whiteness […]

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One

Music exists one beat at a time. The heart exists one beat at a time.One beat at a time, time seeps like dry sand through the cracks of an ancient-built road.What is the first beat, whence it comes, whereto is its flow?Who was there to start it, and whose ears perceived the tremor?One beat at […]

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akāciju palags*

Paklusē kopā ar mani – kā Dievs Savās debesīs klusē. Pasēdi tumsā tepat, ne Manā, ne citā pusē. Tālāk nāk lietus Un ziedoši zari, Un rīti vienmēr par agru, Un bēgoši pavasaŗi. Saosties gandrīz kā kaķis, Kas savējos pazīst. Atļauj klusumam aizaugt Kā pļavai ar dadžiem. Nav jau tā, Ka vārdi kā grozs; Ar troksni […]

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not back again

Call me Ishmael. None of us Will leave this place alive. This darkness will not end the tunnel Our heartbeats illuminate. These Steps close up the distance From one wall to another. Like So many stitches, out of time. And in the near-light one hears The sand-devils dance, rough Rotating quartz on your face and […]

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the last full moon

someone took all that sunlight and crammed into the moon. no, i have disremembered how it felt to raise my muzzle toward that ball and release my emptiness ina linear sound. i lost my grey claws among lady’s mantles, trapped in the dew. hollow, a shell howled by night’s breeze this is how i freeze […]

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Untimely

You have come home to a winter, My starling, To the blades of grass Enamelled in frost; The clouds have grizzled over A terrain of brown trees Leaflessly dreaming, Bereft of sap. Child of celestial bodies, now Where’s your worm, When even the crows Duel in hunger In a wind harsh and stripping Away the […]

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season

that chattering in the apple-tree, as the sun sets all in greys and purples, the sound of displaced gravel as someone expected asphalt, what was that metallic twang? and then the air went wild. it carried untimely fragrances and the tiniest bit of a stink, it broke into lungs, and then broke out, broke out […]

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Longing for snow

How linear. The rain Which washes the trees, Also washes the frog and me. We stare at one another, The tree buds eyes, The frog bubbles up to sing. Emerald light dissolves All that is green and dancing; The buds open a little, and close, We all should sleep in this cold. Straight to the […]

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imperatives

building bridges. so simple: this is This Side, and that be the Other Side. find material(s) appropriate to (the) circumstance(s) or is it environment? maybe finances? well, who actually cares, find it, be done. make plans. consider all parties involved, this side and that, and forget about the river itself or the life therein. bridges […]

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Christmas 2019

But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. (Lk. 2.19 ) For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Mt 6.21) What words? The words of the shepherds: and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them.(Lk. 2.18 ) And this is what they […]

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Tensions

A drop of rain-water Looks like a ball, waiting To crash, spread out, interrupt The tensions of its surface. As the sun slings low Cutting a slice of cloud-covered Gloom in half. Sea-gulls Flock together, orange on grey And crying. Who has forgotten The names we all grew into, Empty, meaningless notions, Chunks of mist, […]

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Beloved, show me the way

The readings   First, the desert. The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom.Dry: lonely, forlorn, ultimately dead.Very little wants to live there. Very little actually can.Desert gives either deepest roots, or no roots at all; things stay and survive forever, or they learn to adapt speedily.Like the crocus, […]

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Reading (in) the dark

Do you read in the dark? Signs and sigils of those Who knew the songs long ago, Who took their life’s blood To etch their story in stone? In the dark, do you read The subtle slides in meaning Between what was and what Might have been, a scale For a multiplex symphony? You in […]

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Plaukti

Tu ienāci man prātā Kā tādā sētā, pa vārtiņiem, Sarūsējušām eņģēm čīkstot. Nodrebēja zedeņi, satrūkās Putni, mošķuļi pavēra acis — Tu ienāci man prātā — Es — apmaldījos. Tu iekriti man sirdī. Tā, izrādās, bija caurums. Lamatas neapslēptas, Milzu bedre, kur kādreiz bij asfalts, Plakana, pelēka peļķe: Tu iekriti man sirdī — Es — pazaudējos. […]

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archaeology

One day, digging up the forest floor, They will stumble upon something white. Something hard to identify, even to tell apart From the peat moss and mycelium, something Brittle and crumbling, even delicate To the exploring fingers. It will stain whatever it touches, So they will not forget The strange encounter. Today, though, it is […]

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quis custodiet

fishing emotions like little kittens out of a box by the scruff of their neck, sorting. blind, slightly wet, wrinkled from just being born, sniffing the uncommon air with you watching. their mother is anxious, disturbed by your actions, the attention each one of them gets, what fate. some will be drowned. some will lose […]

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Sapped

There are words, those heard when the trees stand bare and open to elements, Words for the dark and daring and the roots. Heard from the heard of pedestrians as they stumble in streets, muttered, bitten off by the fall. The trees keep their bark closer as the light fails all over the planet: the […]

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The longing

My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the Lord (Ps. 84.2) All great things start with longing: a longing for home, longing for love, longing for justice, longing for peace and simple, understandable life, longing for… First, to establish borders of this discourse: What is longing and what is its place in […]

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lietū raudāt ir vieglāk

man bija trīs kastaņi, Tev — sauja ievziedu rūgtu; un mums pa vidu vasara, sutīga, nenoplūkta. griezes iespraucās augustā, pērkoni gāzās un gāzās, lauki jau kļuva zeltaini, kurmji svinēja kāzas… vienu velēnu zemāk, zem puķu sarautām saknēm, tur viņi nesaskārās, dziedāja, saskandinājās. starp tārpiem un trūdvielām lēnām pacēlās saskaņa. Man bija sauja kastaņu, Tev — […]

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