Category Archives: Other poetry

After the Massacre: A Christmas Poem

  When it was accomplished, and Herod’s soldiers returned from Bethlehem, a silence settled over the land like frost. The odd wailing, like the purposeless wind. And it came to pass in those days that a mother, after her child … Continue reading

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Yes, I have Sought Salvation

Yes, I have sought salvation from the window of the internet browser. Just one more click, and that ought to fix the need for one more click. It takes no effort just to check if happiness is at my fingertips, … Continue reading

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Your Monday blessing: trust

Not in the rulers of nations, Not in the sale of the moment, Not in my team, not in my tribe, not in my demographic. Not in any theological formulation cleverly devised by man. Not in the shotgun barrels of … Continue reading

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To the one insisting “All Lives Matter”

You have made a protest, albeit a small one. I am listening. I am listening. I am waiting to hear what is required of us. If all lives matter, then surely we need to be outside the immigrant detention center, … Continue reading

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Your Monday Blessing: from “The Epic of Muhammad Ali”, introduction

Speak, Muse, of the one who was the Greatest, tell of how he stole glory from the gods, punched the lights out of heaven and made us all see stars. In this corner, show the odds against the black man … Continue reading

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The People Who Have Been Good to Me

I would be more cynical, I suppose, except it feels unfair to the people who have been good to me. My life, as I look back, has been littered with kindnesses. Once, a woman made me tea. Asked me if … Continue reading

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The Castle Ruins

The crabgrass towers over the dirt at the castle ruins. The children trample it down, in freewheeling approximations of massacres past. Only the echoes, only the hints of the shadows of the echoes, are made to last. The hostages run … Continue reading

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Your Monday Blessing: We Wore Red

Others wore blue that day, but we wore red. We gathered in mass at our holy shrine, sang hymns of common praise, cheered us instead of hopeless failure ‘gainst the mill of time. We fought as one: the old, the … Continue reading

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There is a bar in 1970s New York right now

There is a bar in 1970s New York right now where David’s looking outta sight, as always, & John Lennon’s dreaming into his beer. The sunshine has been let out a long time ago, like an tourist from Iowa, staggering … Continue reading

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The Children Herald the Bombardiers

The children herald the bombardiers, as they march through the town, resplendent. The children offer the bombardiers their drawings, their scrap iron, and their kisses. The children step like bombardiers, near the recruiting station (for the children will be the … Continue reading

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