Divine horticulture

The reading is here. There is no nice way to say this. We are all going to die. And that is that. Lent is a little about thirst and hunger. People discuss what they may eat and what not, how to fast and why, compare notes and feelings. And people want to know — or […]

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subtly against

I have this against the world, one white bird, cut in the indigo sky, changing, banking left and write in the wind that feels nothing. One white bird, an avian denominator, coming forth between then and here to steer straight into the sun and burn. Cut in the indigo sky, changing the music of planes, […]

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mazas baltas gaismiņas*

Kārklu pelēkie zari audzē sīkas baltas gaismiņas miklā muklāju miglā pīles skrien prīkšķēdamas. Nav tā, ka dienās un arī naktīs ir vieglāk; nāk mēneši balti, nāk logā asi izgriezti putni; kļavās būvējas žagatu pāŗi – jau trešie mūsu rajonā. Ko viņas zags, kad atnāks mazie, un saule spēlēsies siltos staros? Migla daudz biežāk aizdūmo jumtus […]

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barely infinite

If the mood were subjunctive, I’d wake up and rise to another plane in the multiverse. I’d love you to pieces, and then rearrange them by the North wind in patterns of three, not four and instantly regret all the moving. I’d shake, not stir my thoughts, scattered across simple grammars and embedded clauses so […]

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when life gives you Kora…

Sekou Kouyate, concert in VEF Kultūras pils on March 7, 2019 Briefly. I have had Sekou Kouyate on my Spotify West African playlist for some time already. And then there was this almost sunny day in mid-February when walking by the National Library, I walked into a poster advertising his concert in Riga. I had […]

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The unveiling

When Moses had finished speaking with them [the Israelites], he put a veil on his face; but whenever Moses went in before the Lord to speak with him, he would take the veil off, until he came out; and when he came out, and told the Israelites what he had been commanded, the Israelites would see the […]

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contest

green, black, round, fragrant, sweet — unattached, ready to roll. between your fingers, almost bursting — thin skin, juicy, small. pick them up one by one, lift — firmly, not letting go. they will obey, each one in its place — collapse in agony, bleed. onto your tongue, simple sugars, sap — nutrients you need. […]

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unpunctuated

empty, I resonate with the song of the trees when the white swans mutely pass high and northwards like a drum, tight and trembling I open my self to the stick that will percuss me and further my air to the other side I’ll roll empty along Ðunnor’s path the hard heaven above into the […]

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by your word

stretch out your hand reach out through the blind wall that surrounds the sandy beach in a snowstorm that might or might not be your innermost being your heart: a fisherman tired beyond description of eternal washing of nets dead fish and seaweed rotten birds and shells and plain simple dirt tired of catching the […]

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infinities dance

Your left, my right, Shadows play, Stretch out a hand — Stomp. Up and down remain Relatively the same, Your right, my left, Whatever it is, is Not a shadow, truth — Breathe. Talk to them Through mirrors, You will need at least Two. One will invert, One will turn back, and so to infinity […]

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at Güstrow

polished pollen shy away from mother catkins to greet the starlings thronging above, round and round, fresh from the stars that bore them dancing through late winter each unaware of the other and so engage with the copper beeches unable to shed their seed as the autumn fell to early flutter along the willow’s white […]

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carnivores wear pink

The sun at an angle to the slowly revolving earth, she sits pink on a street-lamp all posed, dark wingtips neatly crossed, eyes straight ahead. The wind whirls some snow and untidies the ground: a glint of something fur-frozen, a glimpse of something worth possessing — Heart, bent on conquest, gives stretch to the wings, […]

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Ziema kā ziema

Ir tālums blāvs Un debess gaiši zila, Un koku pirksti Sarmā balti stāv Vēl vēja nav, Un saule slīpiem stariem No sniega atlec Priežu skujās degt Tu taku min Un zilas pēdas paliek Starp kūlas kušķiem Sērsna trausla dzinkst Un nerūp vairs Ne līčloči, ne virziens Kad soli solī Brienu taviem līdz Kur tālums blāvs […]

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Pale green and orange

Pale green, then orange Flash upon black. Something white flutters — The ground is touched. The ground trembles Ever so slightly, to open The eyes of tulip-tubers And daffodils, snowdrops And those little seeds forgotten By sparrows and the occasional squirrel. Orange is not true, only Grown under a glass roof In a micro-world, attended […]

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cup half–

the sky was undercast, the weather suddenly clement, couth birds chirped underhead and crows were so caring. trees, inrooted by ages threw down witness in standstill dressed their branches in nothing, eyes widely shut. some gainly adolescents shared a pipe of war, snowdrops looked on-white whilst the first shoots turned purple like the sun setting […]

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branching

do I grow in my sleep deeper into you, my end, my beginning? do my roots shoot right where you are, my earth and my minerals? does my night reflect your bright nuclear combustion? when I grow deeper roots into you, my beginning, my truth.

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ziemas pusē

Mīļo viking*, nu beidzot Arī šai pusē ziema. Velk tāds kā zempūtis Visur — no jumtiem Pār ielām un krūmiem Un apaļiem zvirbuļiem Nārsta vārnām un vientuļiem Kraukļiem — pulverīgs baltums. Sniegu laukumos smaržo pēc apsēm Egles pilnas ar sarmu Tikai pelēkais paliek Cauri puteņa līčloču rakstiem Un zīlītes dzied tur augšā Ozola zaros tik […]

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a pale view of gulls

it’s snowing again making the sky pale some featherly, some finely ground flakes obscure the antics of all the world’s seagulls rejoicing in flight white on white, and grey upon grey outlined by black pinions the gulls soar avoiding the descent of criss-cross crystals whilst the very indistinct crows hold on to the weeping branches […]

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metaphysically speaking

this is a fictional place it does not exist in the real world, no you have to enter through platform Imagination, 3/4 of unreality. walk right at the border between what you see and what is, close your unbelief firmly and step into adventure 5/4 within your heart. and now, open up to the light […]

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in and out, and in, and out

the little pointy bits up and down, and in lunes the edge at the correct angle ground to perfection. a touch is all it takes your fingers dug into the sand under it it stung, dying, unconscious that it was seen, by the sea. for all it’s worth a jellyfish unaware of its own passing. […]

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This year in posts

as the custom is, here i’ll post the title and first two sentences of the blog posts over this year (2018). let’s see how that goes. January TRANSLATING VERTICALITY I am Vertical by Sylvia Plath Es stāvu uz augšu But I would rather be horizontal. Bet ļoti gribas būt šķērsām. February CHOICES tea or coffe? […]

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Es aizeju jums vietu sataisīt

Tiem, kas lasa tikai latviski, šeit iekopēju uzrunu, ko teicu, tēvu mūžībā pavadot. Mana Tēva namā ir daudz mājokļu, saka Jēzus. Un es aizeju jums vietu sataisīt. (Jņ. 14) Pirms vēl pasaule bija, ir Vārds.  Dievišķais Darbības vārds, caur kuŗu, no kuŗa un uz kuŗu viss ir radīts. Meži ap mums, ezeri, jūŗas, mākoņi un […]

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the days will grow longer

the trees wore white like brides of the hoarfrost, standing tall under the veil of the pale cloud-intoned sky. not only the pines, birches and maples, and lindens, and aspens, even the spruces had dressed their hands in white spikes to pierce the shorter days of the year. an unobtrusive sun peeked over the treeline […]

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(untitled) or mute

As I took my father’s hand in mine, I was stricken how similar the hands were. His hand, rough from work, and scarred, and damaged by the explosives after the war, when he was too inquisitive. My hands, scarred, a little rough and fingerless from being too inquisitive 29 years later. There was a large […]

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