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Already You Are Old

Already you are old, and I am too.Let’s join old age, embrace the time we’ve found,and make of winter’s shiver warmer groundand milder spring, as much as we can do. A man is never old who does not knowhe is—he shifts his course at the year’s new seams,weaves new thread into his cloth . . . . Continue Reading »

October Twilight

The sky pools red this Hallowtide.We enter, ease into a pew,And whisper prayers for those who died,For relatives she never knew. They’re my lost souls. She wears all blackFor later when she’ll trick or treatAnd thinks of candy in her sackAs I write names across the sheet. Midway through life, . . . . Continue Reading »

Dark Mercy

“Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.”Gerard Manley Hopkins, The Wreck of the Deutschland You who are both Beginning and Ending          Though You have neither;Maker both of light and darkness, blending          Judgment and . . . . Continue Reading »

Universal Horror

“Hollywood Movie Posters is the oldest memorabilia store in the world located in the same location with the same proprietor.”—KABC, March 19, 2020 All through the first great war to end all wars,the siren-addled nights of its successor,up till last week, the sunbaked, time-warped doorsof . . . . Continue Reading »

Covenant Prayer

I am no longer mine but wholly yours,so wield me as you will: assign my rankamong the great or small; fling wide the doorsto honor or humiliation, thanksor accusation—take my hand and leadme through; permit me influence and fameor have me follow you unseen and freedfrom weights I cannot . . . . Continue Reading »

By That Heart Known

The young man in his cell     Receives his guestWho all his heart should tell     And leave there blest.In quiet companyWe shall a marvel seeAs every thought shall be     By that heart known. To Rome the pilgrims came     Poor as God chose . . . . Continue Reading »

Inniswood in September

The forest still is rich, if not as green,As flecks of gold and umber decorateThe canopy, and caterpillars crawlUp grasses tipped with ochre. ByzantineBrown-banded honeybees investigateThe beds of Black-eyed Susans. Pumpkins lollBeneath their broad-leaved vines. I see the Fall Arriving, and I feel . . . . Continue Reading »

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