September 2011
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The Beginning of Wisdom
The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom – Prov. 4:7
I write, so. The wisdom of God avails to
Those who eat its meat; those who drink its wine;
Those who break its bread; listen to its tales.
To the man with crumbs in his beard the wisdom
Of God avails.
June 2011
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Three Things Too Wonderful for Me
THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND:
The way of a young man with a virgin; How the sight, the smell, the touch of a girl Will change a boy from gym shorts to slacks, and his Punches and high-fives become handshakes and
Pats on the back.
The way that soil beds a seed, softens the Testa, is metabolized and changed into...
April 2011
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The Mistaken Gardener
by Seth Wieck
John 20 - Genesis 3
There was reclamation to be done; the path being overrun with runners and having caught my foot in the matrix of vines did I skin my palms in the thorns that received me.
The bedolach boughs hung lynched by their own sinuous bark. The timber broken in winter. Limb wounds blackening with sap invigorated by Spring - place my wounded hands there to regain my...
March 2011
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Blood Will Pursue You
On a Sunday when it is snowing for the first time this year, The ground is gleaming; Forget the red leaves I didn’t rake That rot beneath the flakes, For the flakes that swirl, tumb- ling off the pitch of roof.
Cup of coffee grown cold by my side is now warming on the wood-burning stove glowing with coals to stave off the cold I’m watching through the glass.
I’m reading a...
February 2011
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Scars
This scar on my hand is almost twenty, and the one on my knee. The former was a fight with my sister, the latter a misjudged hurdle at Easter.
The one on my finger was hot wax In art class. My buddy said it was paybacks as he poured the spoonful of liquid, Bubbling my skin. I don’t remember what I did.
The one in my scalp was a refrigerator And linoleum and socked feet and a corner....
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Rudimentary Scale (Acrostic)
Facsimile: this moon ascending like Soft whole notes glowing up the clef of these Radiating electrical lines showing Me the city skyline in melody.
Laughable: that I should notate this because Tears aren’t streaming down my cheeks at the sight. Do I make music, or do I just Fake it?
January 2011
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Son, Son, Son
Son, son, son, I’ve seen your life from beginning, when you blinked to life and that bundle of cells took charge and blinked. Oh, son, son, son, I’ve seen your life in sound like a person describing your features while you both stand in another room, they tell me shapes, circles and ovals, they tell me that you looked at the sound of their voice, their voice singing to you in the water, in the...
December 2010
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Advent Sonnet #2 - Romans 1
Romans 1:3-4
O Messiah, Your prism mysteries Have scattered the light ‘cross my feeble eyes. In my blinking, I’ve seen the strange stories Of how one man born can be fathered twice.
Son of Man, son of Adam, David’s son: Death spread to all men because we all sinned. You, grafted in, donned our skin to be undone Like the oven-fired grasses just de-stemmed.
Son of God, declared by...
October 2010
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Here.
Here.
One step after from whence I came, treading loudly on the million dying steps still trembling in the layers and layers of seeds of trees fallen in the spring. v
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Fallen Dish
YOU. THE BOWL SPINS A LITTLE, A LOPSIDED CENTRIFUGE,as it leaves your fingers. The slick smooth of the china grasped a bit on the friction of your fingertips, on the oil and the fingerprints. And the bowl floats a moment, floats from that friction with just a little loft hanging there as your brain understands how it must maneuver your hand to catch it, but your body won’t move. The...