preacher strains, sweat dripping like Jesus’ garden blood. somebody help him with a shout praise or life lifted out hell. preacher no pimp. he love the folk, all their sadness gladness badness madness, his cross to bear in midnight hour when he prays, sweats out blood, face embedded in carpet and clasping hands, for their souls and his own. begs […]
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For Martin Luther King, Jr. Jagged edges. Broken echoes. dream shards of holy war assault senses in fitful sleep. Chaotic visions run arpeggios down passage streams of days. I remember Martin, strident prophesying song weathered dim and distant in nebulous rust of years. Dream fragments resuscitate voices/ broken echoes from mausoleums of long time gone. they rise, singing songs of […]
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The Christmas Tree Somehow the synthetic tree with built in lights, lives; refreshed in love oasis, rooted in our blood. And underground tears and precious memories of those gone but still present, breathing, living in our emotions rich and seasoned and eclectic like sister Niece’s magic gumbo she concocts to celebrate the Birth. We still celebrate the Birth. Even though […]
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