akāciju palags*

Paklusē kopā ar mani – kā Dievs Savās debesīs klusē. Pasēdi tumsā tepat, ne Manā, ne citā pusē. Tālāk nāk lietus Un ziedoši zari, Un rīti vienmēr par agru, Un bēgoši pavasaŗi. Saosties gandrīz kā kaķis, Kas savējos pazīst. Atļauj klusumam aizaugt Kā pļavai ar dadžiem. Nav jau tā, Ka vārdi kā grozs; Ar troksni […]

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not back again

Call me Ishmael. None of us Will leave this place alive. This darkness will not end the tunnel Our heartbeats illuminate. These Steps close up the distance From one wall to another. Like So many stitches, out of time. And in the near-light one hears The sand-devils dance, rough Rotating quartz on your face and […]

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the last full moon

someone took all that sunlight and crammed into the moon. no, i have disremembered how it felt to raise my muzzle toward that ball and release my emptiness ina linear sound. i lost my grey claws among lady’s mantles, trapped in the dew. hollow, a shell howled by night’s breeze this is how i freeze […]

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Untimely

You have come home to a winter, My starling, To the blades of grass Enamelled in frost; The clouds have grizzled over A terrain of brown trees Leaflessly dreaming, Bereft of sap. Child of celestial bodies, now Where’s your worm, When even the crows Duel in hunger In a wind harsh and stripping Away the […]

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season

that chattering in the apple-tree, as the sun sets all in greys and purples, the sound of displaced gravel as someone expected asphalt, what was that metallic twang? and then the air went wild. it carried untimely fragrances and the tiniest bit of a stink, it broke into lungs, and then broke out, broke out […]

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Longing for snow

How linear. The rain Which washes the trees, Also washes the frog and me. We stare at one another, The tree buds eyes, The frog bubbles up to sing. Emerald light dissolves All that is green and dancing; The buds open a little, and close, We all should sleep in this cold. Straight to the […]

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imperatives

building bridges. so simple: this is This Side, and that be the Other Side. find material(s) appropriate to (the) circumstance(s) or is it environment? maybe finances? well, who actually cares, find it, be done. make plans. consider all parties involved, this side and that, and forget about the river itself or the life therein. bridges […]

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Christmas 2019

But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. (Lk. 2.19 ) For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Mt 6.21) What words? The words of the shepherds: and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them.(Lk. 2.18 ) And this is what they […]

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Tensions

A drop of rain-water Looks like a ball, waiting To crash, spread out, interrupt The tensions of its surface. As the sun slings low Cutting a slice of cloud-covered Gloom in half. Sea-gulls Flock together, orange on grey And crying. Who has forgotten The names we all grew into, Empty, meaningless notions, Chunks of mist, […]

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Beloved, show me the way

The readings   First, the desert. The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom.Dry: lonely, forlorn, ultimately dead.Very little wants to live there. Very little actually can.Desert gives either deepest roots, or no roots at all; things stay and survive forever, or they learn to adapt speedily.Like the crocus, […]

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Reading (in) the dark

Do you read in the dark? Signs and sigils of those Who knew the songs long ago, Who took their life’s blood To etch their story in stone? In the dark, do you read The subtle slides in meaning Between what was and what Might have been, a scale For a multiplex symphony? You in […]

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Plaukti

Tu ienāci man prātā Kā tādā sētā, pa vārtiņiem, Sarūsējušām eņģēm čīkstot. Nodrebēja zedeņi, satrūkās Putni, mošķuļi pavēra acis — Tu ienāci man prātā — Es — apmaldījos. Tu iekriti man sirdī. Tā, izrādās, bija caurums. Lamatas neapslēptas, Milzu bedre, kur kādreiz bij asfalts, Plakana, pelēka peļķe: Tu iekriti man sirdī — Es — pazaudējos. […]

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archaeology

One day, digging up the forest floor, They will stumble upon something white. Something hard to identify, even to tell apart From the peat moss and mycelium, something Brittle and crumbling, even delicate To the exploring fingers. It will stain whatever it touches, So they will not forget The strange encounter. Today, though, it is […]

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quis custodiet

fishing emotions like little kittens out of a box by the scruff of their neck, sorting. blind, slightly wet, wrinkled from just being born, sniffing the uncommon air with you watching. their mother is anxious, disturbed by your actions, the attention each one of them gets, what fate. some will be drowned. some will lose […]

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Sapped

There are words, those heard when the trees stand bare and open to elements, Words for the dark and daring and the roots. Heard from the heard of pedestrians as they stumble in streets, muttered, bitten off by the fall. The trees keep their bark closer as the light fails all over the planet: the […]

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The longing

My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the Lord (Ps. 84.2) All great things start with longing: a longing for home, longing for love, longing for justice, longing for peace and simple, understandable life, longing for… First, to establish borders of this discourse: What is longing and what is its place in […]

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Green ink

You know what they say about those who use green ink? Should I say – yes- she thought, all the words emerald. I’d have to research that, she nodded, words verdant and flourishing, sprouting a maze in her head. Green. The colour of death — Of the plants foraging for corpses with their toesies. The […]

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Madness of clouds

The water drops Are round as they fall, They sing of invisible things; Then comes the splash, The thud, the crash in the mud: Small quartz crystals scatter Impatient to become static. A maple leaf burns In the late September sun Brown at the edges And falls. The asphalt stretches solid, Rough and so grey […]

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the tree of life

  What if the real punishment for eating off that tree was not the death, but that we would not die so easily? That we would know of life, and breath and sunshine, rain, and love and joy, and the endless longing for that undiscover’d country, and we would possess our pain, hold it dearer […]

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bloody time

how time sticks like unwanted blood, to the fingers, a blotch, spreading, seeping, invading the cracks of the moment. one breath, another, the clocks move sunwise, ticking off the remnants of life. how time flickers like a ghostly flame in the kitchen cooking up mysteries, slowly progressing, creeping all over memories like some ivy, strangling, […]

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unspoken

i’ll speak of recipes, autumn tang in the air, the first yellow strands in the birch-green, starling songs inappropriately sharp for the time of the year; of all small things packed with the promise of bigness, significant only because it’s a background to the elephant not in the room; i will discuss pottery, maybe, poetry, […]

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of gods and cats

He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who […]

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Fragilities

A butterfly drinks His only summer from bluebells. So subtle, so velvet his wings, The wind stops and draws A deepest breath. On that side of the multiverse Rainforest listens, Glaciers get ready, Piranhas sharpen their teeth. Only the white bones on a sunlit beach Remember no hurricanes.

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