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Speak Low: an alcaic

Posted on April 1, 2004 by John

If someone listens intently, patiently for something beyond audible sensation each moment becomes sacred silence embracing the hearer into being If someone watches quietly, carefully for something behind visible perceptions each vista becomes secret beauty embracing the viewer into making … Continue reading →

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Beyond the Boundary

Posted on March 9, 2004 by John

Of all the little things that seem to matter, and petty squabbles that divide our time in episodes of silence between chatter and spaces marking off what’s left behind, the biggest part of what remains unspoken is that which each … Continue reading →

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There Is No Mundane

Posted on December 3, 2003 by John

The clock will stop that human hands must wind; its mechanized contrivances will fail, and in those precious seconds between time the boundary between the worlds is frail. On one side, secret lands where shadows pale; and on the other, … Continue reading →

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Insomnia

Posted on August 29, 2003 by John

at one a.m., when sleep won’t come and my thoughts ramble, loose in my head like marbles in a tin can, the night air still oppressive and thick under the carport where my cigarettes call out their siren’s song, silence … Continue reading →

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This is the soft hoarse whisper of these times

Posted on August 27, 2003 by John

This is the soft hoarse whisper of these times: its cup full of succulent summer grape no longer laced with Being’s false treason, the braces of its skull bone corset bent, unloosened to the warm, wet wind that seeps across … Continue reading →

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One Can Learn Anywhere

Posted on August 22, 2003 by John

Once upon a time, long time ago it was (a time of innocence / a time of confidences?), I was a parishioner at the Mennonite church in Bluffton, Ohio. In addition to being volunteered to teach youth groups about the … Continue reading →

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In Memphis

Posted on August 18, 2003 by John

In Memphis, where the gypsies come to hide their dead in earth and I too seeking burial for past mistakes learned the blues hoping to hide my sense of misdirection like Elvis there along Madison Avenue two blocks from the … Continue reading →

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