twenty-one

let’s build a tent from the laundry rack, let’s build chess-men armies and attack the stuffed toys with marbles. we can have little Lego mountains to scale and cook griddle-cakes on a makeshift fire with green-peas. let us travel out to somewhere west of the map and draw two moons in the sky and be […]

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Fourteen

i thought of posting a single word today. but maybe i’ll leave that word for tomorrow. today i guess is time to consider something much disputed in this town recently. family values. No. Traditional Family Values. we have been recently reminded (please, look at some of the slogans) that there is such a thing as […]

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Nine

the best of all possible worlds. (Leibniz) this one. here. this is the best of all possible worlds. with this formulation, it is not important, how many or how placed the worlds are in relation to each other, whether they are reachable or only hypothetical. of course, one might challenge Leibniz’s criteria for comparison and all sort […]

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Eight

the head empty of all but brain and maybe some blood sloshing through, i try to think elevated. for about two inches.

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Balošana

Manas cilts grāmatas Pēdējās lapās Daudz sarkanu pēdu: Kam četri pirksti, kam trīs, Ir pat kas velk tā uz vārnām. Medību pēdas un retas Saulrieta iedobes niedrājā — Sīki atzibšņi ūdeņu krēpēs, Vēja nospiedums ausmas rasā. Ko pēdas prasa. Palikt grāmatā vēl kādu Collu, vēl sprīdi, pirms To aizveŗ un pazaudē dubļos. Pāršķir vāku, iesējumā […]

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unspoken

i’ll speak of recipes, autumn tang in the air, the first yellow strands in the birch-green, starling songs inappropriately sharp for the time of the year; of all small things packed with the promise of bigness, significant only because it’s a background to the elephant not in the room; i will discuss pottery, maybe, poetry, […]

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of gods and cats

He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who […]

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Fragilities

A butterfly drinks His only summer from bluebells. So subtle, so velvet his wings, The wind stops and draws A deepest breath. On that side of the multiverse Rainforest listens, Glaciers get ready, Piranhas sharpen their teeth. Only the white bones on a sunlit beach Remember no hurricanes.

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warbling

the voice, over the green, beyond the smell of a stale river, a clear flute of the evening come early enter the leafy temple: the alders will give way, the aspens rejoice, the birches, smile and say — listen to lindens lisp see how the osiers preen up to be seen by you — the […]

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headlights

the red blotch on the asphalt was not. could not be. red. more of the grey. grainy and rough, like a dead puddle. the road-marks kept silence and shone in the dark till the cars all left and their headlights with them. in the dark, all red is black. what will remain when/as the liquid […]

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between the mud and the blue

Up to my ankles in pollen, floating in recent puddles, whilst grumpy grandchildren watch, restrained by frantic grammas, I laugh. To be grown-up sometimes means to step into puddles and smell roses and jump to a tune played inside your own head. I laugh, and walk into rain envied by children, seen by the shuddering […]

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small floral petals

i might be gone, but the sand and the blades of grass remember my steps and my song, and the small things i lost from my pockets: loose buttons and scraps of wrapping or chewing-gum, occasional chestnuts and leaves almost crumbled. now the trees have me, their roots sucking up minerals that made up my […]

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Divine horticulture

The reading is here. There is no nice way to say this. We are all going to die. And that is that. Lent is a little about thirst and hunger. People discuss what they may eat and what not, how to fast and why, compare notes and feelings. And people want to know — or […]

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