Love is about the act of loving, a type of loving that is not depleted and does not discriminate in where it shines. It is not a love that makes people into projects, but a world-encompassing joy. It is a jar that never runs out because its source is the Father, the Fount of Every…
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A Forest King is Slain by a Lowly Woodsman
From the Book of Broken Odes Your sadness flutes through dowel holes cut by woodpeckers in flaking sycamores. They flutter bark and call the maple’s sons, the ones as well with sap and weep. And on their tears the mayfly’s tripwire legs alight to sup, its wings still – (flimsy fanatic, hardened heretic) – And…
Sonnet #1
Here’s to trying to write like Shakespeare! Take a draft of cognac, and proceed with caution. (By the way, I think it’s very useful to write in rigid metrical rhythms. Free verse is so undisciplined that most of the time it’s junk. Compare writing to training for a marathon, or practicing for a piano concerto…
Telling their Story: Help Abolish The Democratic People’s Republic of Korea
“We ought to do something about North Korea,” says Jo Schmo Politician, shaking his head, and the audience murmurs in agreement. A boat of food is shipped overseas, and a defector is shipped to the States. The salve has been applied to the itch, and North Korea fades, once again, from the public consciousness. American…