between the mud and the blue

Up to my ankles in pollen, floating in recent puddles, whilst grumpy grandchildren watch, restrained by frantic grammas, I laugh. To be grown-up sometimes means to step into puddles and smell roses and jump to a tune played inside your own head. I laugh, and walk into rain envied by children, seen by the shuddering […]

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the drinking

In my dream, we make tea. Black, strong and smokey, Like a gun, full of promise. The liquid pours into cups, The aroma ascends, We breathe: Fingers cradling the hot, too hot fragile shells. The dragons will break out They will sing with fire, They will dance for us, with us Till our wits’ end. […]

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Uguns puķē

Redzi. Sēru vītoli zvana, Neķemmēti, pa vējam, lapu Sudrabs un zaļais uz sauli. Vālodzes dzeltenie svārki Nozib, un tikai Jautājums paliek Gaisā, kur lietavas Tumšos mākoņos aizpeld garām. Nenokritušais Sniegs guļ kokiem zem kājām; Apstājies, Kur nu esi, zaļumā Ir jau pirms sākuma iezadzies posts. Pelni iet zemē, Saknes Tos aprij un pārceļ Augšup, jau […]

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Puķe ugunī

Un. Rasas piles krājas Gar grīšļu asajām lapām. Rītavējš Saliek smiltis, kur pēdas Pa graudiņam vien Izdziest. Apaļais dimants Notrīs Un izlejas zemē. Zib varavīksne, Un ēnas aizdejo tālāk. Noglāsti šauro Zaļumu pirkstiem, Asins un ūdens, Abi tiek zemei. Vējš ēnas vairo, Lapu maliņās iegriezdams Vēl vienu pavasari.

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Ugunspuķe

Nāc. Kastaņu sveces smaržo pēc piena. Strazdi nirst zālē, Un sliekas Ceļ maziņas piramīdas. Pienenes pūkojas visam pa vidu, Ābeles rōzā, Ieblakus ievas ietinas baltā, Rūgtums un dziesma, Debesu dziļums Atveŗas skrejošām ziedlapām. Dzīvajā zaļumā tauriņš Trausli līčloču plandās; Vien saule Dzen visu uz priekšu un ārā. Caur putekļu kupenām Zemē bez lietus Nāc Saulrietu […]

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no fear

the dead have no fear they have left their loves their hope and their glands with the rest of their frames here they have nothing to defend as the living raise voices and hands to sing towards their own end the battle’s been fought the victory or defeat now of no importance they lay down […]

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Doors to forgiveness

Grace to you and peace from him who is and who was and who is to come, and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the earth (Rev 1. 4b-5a). God is our beginning and end (Rev. 1.8), the first and the last letter […]

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