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The Undertow

Halfway up to Shreveport driving to outrun the storm I knew somehow there’d be no going back. There was no sign yet of water and the breeze was soft and warm but the skyline in the rearview mirror was black. … Continue reading

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The Storms We Name: an acrostic

H elpless in the laughing face of elemental change u nloosed as a pointed reminder that we each exist – r eally, at the mercy of the Mother’s loving hands, the r ight extending blessing, while the left removes our … Continue reading

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What Remains is Greater

It matters not how much the wind may blow, nor if the seas should rise up through the floor; the anchor of my craft is sunk below, and I am to this spot moored evermore. Should this fierce season flail … Continue reading

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Spring Cleaning

Today spring cleaning must begin for real: let winter’s dull and hibernating dust find ends of brooms; quick, scour away the rust to let the nearing sunlight glint reveal the sparkled surface that has long been marred by candles and … Continue reading

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Last Night’s Storm

Last night a storm rolled slowly in the thunder muffled by the air so heavy, like a mortar’s crack or heavy rifle silenced with a potato at its barrel end, wrapped in layers of gauze; it could only slowly make … Continue reading

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Eliot’s Month, Not Mine

cywydd deuair hyrion April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and … Continue reading

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Night Rain: a cywydd deuair fyrion

Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the … Continue reading

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