Category Archives: Your Monday Blessing

The Armies of Everyday Salvation

Posted on July 14, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

Three or four women, at least,have rescued me from the jaws of death.Maria pulled me from trafficwhen I had wandered, garrulous, into Albany.Emilie cupped my skull in her hands, just above the steps of the altar,and just before the stone … Continue reading →

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Whose are you?

Posted on July 5, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

I belong to my alarm clock and the six am shufflethat since my childhood has been a queer calling.I belong to the coffee machine,and the aroma of the Sierra Nevada highlandsthat I have only seen with others’ eyes and hands.I … Continue reading →

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Possible side effects may include

Posted on July 1, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

Possible side effects may includedizzy spellsfatiguenauseaa debilitating sense of wonderdry mouthactually getting excited about vegetablesor at least trying really hard tothat feeling of melancholy that comeslike the tide, washing your feetand then recedingbut also soaking into the skintree envychillsthe seasons … Continue reading →

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Your Monday Blessing: Earth TV

Posted on June 13, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

Relax, because the alienswatching you on Earth TVmust be into stripped-down, artsy,not-overly-dramatic cinéma verité,if they’ve been watching you, faithfully,thus far. So you can do without the car chase,and just swallow, with a slight furrow of the brow,that cutting remark of … Continue reading →

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Your Monday Blessing: I Went to the Market and I

Posted on June 6, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

a slight chill in the morning a slight chill in the morning andpeace in the heart a slight chill in the morning,peace in the heart, anda room to clean a slight chill in the morning,peace in the heart,a room to … Continue reading →

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Arjuna at Antietam

Posted on June 1, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

At Antietam,Arjuna looked across the sunken road,at his brothers and his teachers,gathered for the slaughter.And he turned to chariot driver, and asked,“Great teacher, show me America.” And Uncle Sam pulled down his beard,and in the gun barrels of his eyes, … Continue reading →

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Losing Faith

Posted on May 24, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

First, we lost our faith in the old man in the big chair,and then we lost our faith in God. We lost faith in the New York Yankees,the military-industrial complex,progress,and the Electrolux microwave oven. We lost faith in the absolution … Continue reading →

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Your Monday blessing: At Least

Posted on May 16, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

At leastan elm treesitting amidst birdsongunder cloudy skies At leastthis much peaceright now

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Passover

Posted on May 12, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

Even today, Passover is a miracle. Last night, there were houses not skipped by plague,Bullets found their way through windows and bone,And in so many guises, the horriblemoment – the long-feared moment – paid its visit. This happens again and … Continue reading →

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Friends of the Red Bird

Posted on May 12, 2022 by bobjanisdillon

There are a few creatures on this earth of ours,that I like to imagineknow just about everythingthere is to know:cats, of course; and the cherry blossom fully illuminated;and Mary Oliver. The cat rushesto his square window and I to mine,desperate … Continue reading →

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