Babel
We haven’t changed much
We yet have confusion of tongue
We aspire to the heavens
We construct our towers
We seek to bypass the only way

Thursday, May 22, 2025
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Hopewell
Hopewell
It's about as far as one can go Northward on a public road in Columbia County, Florida. It is there one finds at the end of the long dirt road off Highway 6, the Hopewell Baptist Church and cemetery. A worthwhile journey, especially at dusk, for it is then, in the gloam as it's also called, that the Shining Congregation is in a more congenial mood to greet you. After dark, you are on your own with the denizens of the nocturne.
Fame
Crashing in
johnClare
We gathered by
The crescent moon
Knew the plane
Would be coming
Soon
For it surely came
Nearer the month
Of June
The same as
Always
When the moon
Was just behind
The Palm
Crashing in.
It came.
Bought me
Fame.
Explain that.
Mom struck
Mom struck
In the quiet ride home
The full moon shown
But something seemed amiss
Of things she so missed
The walking on her own
The legs once so unbent strong
We turned in and she sighed
I opened her door and inwardly
Cried.
The corn field
Passing the grand corn fields it occurred to me the awesome way the entire crop grows in unison. Imagine having to coax each stalk, some deciding not to grow, others growing way beyond the others like people.
Asylum dinner
Asylum Dinner
Feed me gently with some gravy
Salt the pork liberally
Taste is a relative passion
These pangs numbed from knives
Dulled to my own hand stabbing.
Come away
Come away
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, rainbow in hand ,
For the rivers more full of mystery
Than you can understand
White challenge
The all white great egret
I like for the difficulty
in capturing him without
making him a white ghost
or a dark blue heron
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