Bio Note: I'm still looking forward to a proper book launch of my latest collection as if a caress, which was published earlier this year. While that is coming together, I stay busy making sure each month's issue of Verse-Virtual gets published.
this is our duality: pulled by water held by land we make the beach a place of worship give thanks for sand for sea, for sun mourn our bondage to oxygen yet fear to be welcomed by deep water we come here often to the water's edge though no farther talk about release but never dare to take the plunge
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the allure is gone the glorious gardens all brown the shining city walls gone dull gone the din of merchants wooing prospective buyers who haggle back in turn the towers, the domes, the palace cast shadows instead of light tigris and euphrates both run mud moldy grapes hang on desiccated vines unharvested wheat hangs heavy with disease droops over arid soil above me storm clouds marshal eerie and threatening lenticular and low i pray to whatever gods remain swoop down, i beg them all swoop down and take me out of babylon
she asks "so you're not going to church?" and i insist i am she looks me up and down, notes the tee shirt, overshirt, slacks and blue tennis shoes and without a word accuses me of being deficient because being dressed right matters more than showing up i cringe mentally, remembering when i shared that attitude. thank God i've gotten past it. she asks again. same question. same answer. she partially relents and says "don't forget to take off your hat inside the chapel." i felt i had just been mocked for my past misunderstanding of the reasons for joining my fellow rag-tag saints
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