Midnight Calling

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Midnight Calling by Greg Powell for the Poetic Experience at Being Hueman

i hear in peace of sleeping winds in the dark stillness i hear hymn of the waters stormy waters wood hull creaking underneath snap of whips beat of blood dripping torrent of tears sky crying funereal moans spirits screaming beneath hull and from deep waters and I hear the call from distant east prayer shouts ancestral tongues beacon light touching […]

A Fish Market Easter Revelation

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Fish Market Easter Revelation by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

A Fish Market Easter Revelation Normally the 71st street Fish Market runs with astonishing efficiency, which has been the case in all the years I’ve come here. My dad would bring me here on Saturday mornings as a child. They’ve been here a long time. Not too many community gathering spots like this still exist. I still make the trek […]