RAPTURE, THERE ARE NO ENCORES

DAY 30 of NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH; 30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS #NaPoWriMo I And down fell rapture, fell down, not up, having claws now, clenched now over the faithless who couldn’t fathom what their lies and legions had begun, and off flew the doves that once divined, by his hand, (by whose hand exactly?) […]

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THE BURNING WOOD

  And so man within his story, with all his guts and gluttoned glory, failed to reach the heavens   with his flying ships and roaring weapons, looking upwards,  always upwards,  never sideways, never backwards, never wondering  how he stood with his feet in the burning wood, on this one time fertile Earth once filled with […]

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