The Gospel of St. Thomas

This is the meadow by my house
I can’t pass by and not think of you
Nothing happened there to remind me of you
Of any of you
Your home wasn’t nearby
We never sat there together, brushing mosquitoes away in the summer
We never had dinner at the cafe across the street
We never drove the ribbon of road past its [...]

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If E.E. Cummings Were A Female Baby Boomer

Vex me, O Night, your stars stuttering like a stuck jukebox,
put a spell on me, my bones atremble at your tabernacle
of rhythm and blues. Call out your archers, chain me
to a wall, let the stone fortress of my body fall
like a rabid fox before an army of dogs. Rebuke me,
rip out my larynx like a [...]

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Happy Leap Year

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
“Love has no ending.
“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the [...]

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Detachment

Although it was a long time ago, it’s still chilling to read a chronicle of your friend’s suicide written with such matter-of-factness as if it were the minutes to an HOA treasury meeting or something equally banal.  The inclusion of such personal details, such as the chocolate chip cookies, make it even stranger.  And I don’t even [...]

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To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud

I’m listening to Pandora this morning, which is an advisable respite from Project Playlist.  I’ve got about fifteen little radio stations set up, but this morning I’m listening to the “Air” station (the band, not the mixture of gases).
Pandora does this weird thing sometimes where it throws a completely random song into your otherwise homogenous [...]

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The God Who Loves You

I was listening to The Writer’s Almanac this morning, as I do every morning at 8:30.  Garrison Keillor’s voice always gives me hope for the rest of the day.  On a side note, even though I’m fully aware of what Garrison Keillor looks like, for some reason, every time I listen to him I picture [...]

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Vanish, O Night!

In honor of the great maestro:

Nessun Dorma
Il principe ignoto
Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza
guardi le stelle
che tremano d’amore e di speranza…
Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun saprà!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò,
quando la luce splenderà!
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il [...]

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Odds and Ends

A few things I’ve been meaning to put down before they get rudely shoved aside in my mind by intrusive thoughts of the butterscotch milkshake I’m craving or dress fitting appointments or JDE invoicing or whatever else might randomly slip in:
Random Compliments That I’ve Received Lately and To Which I Have Not Known How To [...]

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Hot, Warm, Nervous Hands

Woody Guthrie is deeply underappreciated.
Remember The Mountain Bed
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves:Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds:You laughed as I covered you over with leaves, face, breast, hips and thighs.You smiled when I said the leaves were just the [...]

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Leonard Cohen

Well, after many moons of posting blogs on another site, I’ve decided to transfer them over here to lovely Blogger, which I once utilized and then callously abandoned about three years ago. Unlike Myspace, Blogger is actually accessible here at work and — what a sad commentary this is — I do most of my [...]

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Hallelujah

I’ve come to the decision that there isn’t enough Leonard Cohen out in the world, with the exception of Hallelujah.  It’s a marvelous song, and who doens’t love Jeff Buckley or Rufus Wainwright, but there needs to be more Leonard Cohen out there for people to appreciate.  The man is a genius, people.  So…here:
First, the [...]

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Trinity

Batter my heart, three-person’d God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in [...]

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