where would rain go
without earth?
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a great title for a rock group but
truthish. species have been foundto travel many thousands of milesacross land and seaand don’t you wonder how andaren’t you that little bit envious?nature’s aerial hitchhiker-backpacker-caravannerwowse ems they (they? how did the wordget around? snail-mail?)learned (learned?) this trickof sneaking into the wing-feathersof migrating birds. and anyway the birds in thissymbiotic relationship are thoughtto tuck them in…
O Lord, You are my own self..
and that’s about the measure of it:if I were to speak of You, or praise You,I would speak verbs, and nouns, and sentences;remind me, Lord, that every verbspeaks of, and yet hides,Your Creating, here and now;that every noun speaks of, and hidesthe single every name of You;that every sentence describes, hides,Your Creation and its beauty;so…
‘Cinderella’ (I’m using this pseudonym
ex-hot, ex-famous) , while sweeping, dusting,fire-lighting, all that deprived childhood stuff –felt that she had more to offer;had not realised her full potential; soin a cheap exercise book, wrote herfictionalised life-story, suitably worked up,in her spare moments; even, when short of incident,setting up some neat situation withher ugly sisters etc.thanks to her friend Buttons whowas…
jeez I thought here’s
respect for and shecomes out with this holy crapand holy shit stuffso yesterday I waswalking through thewinter-wet tufted grassof the field they keepthe cows in this yearavoiding the cowpattiesthe outside tap forgumboots is frozenand stopped and looked at onefresh and steamingthe way you doand the cow down the fieldlooked at me with thatnot very enquiring…
If you called me ‘two-dimensional’, I guess
insulting me and if so, how?Though in a sense, all of us here in cyberspaceare two dimensional, to each other?There’s one time, though, when two dimensionswould be a blessing: like today,when the cutely photographed brochurefor IKEA, the flat-pack furniture giant,thudded through the letterboxwith its cosy nordic world as fresh and clean and scentedas a newly-built…
This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?All birth’s a miracle; no less this one.The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;straw is rustling as they, manger-drawn,find unfamiliar form – so warm – to nuzzle.What were the first words Joseph softly saidto Mary, as dawn broke, this day of…