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Man receives Fortune, grounding it in the earth.  Rooting its flighty ways in breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Taming its wild eyes under the covers.

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Good Friday / C. Rossetti

Am I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross, To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so [...]

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An LA Afternoon Run

Five miles– past urine, then past dogs who are too big to live in the little houses to which their Toms wearing owners will walk home, then back past the blankets, and carts which are a home, too, but not to dogs.

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Patient Trust

Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything, to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet it is the law of progress that it is made [...]

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During a drought one gains a certain thinness.  Lacking words results in acute gnawing parched lips and rusty jaws. Break fast hurts, poems stick to dry sides of throat and tangle on unused stomach lining. But wash it down with music – not pop, maybe Bach — and smack your lips with unsated fullness. C.S. [...]

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Gray skies, gray sky-scrapers, gray streets: our autumn lacks color. What did this world have, that I could recommend it to you? Do I betray my inordinate love of the earth’s charms, when I mourn the faintness of your imprint here, when I mourn how little you were molded by its pressure? To be human [...]

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I flopped down beside God on the couch this morning: ”I don’t know what to do.” He pulled my head onto his shoulder and ran his hand over my unruly hair. “What do you need to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I replied. “What do you want to do?” I shrugged.   After a long pause, he [...]

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Ah Vastedad de Pinos

My translation of Neruda’s third poem (Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair)– in preparation for this evening’s reading group. R Ah Vastedad de Pinos Ah vastedad de pinos, rumor de olas quebrándose, lento juego de luces, campana solitaria, crepúsculo cayendo en tus ojos, muñeca, caracola terrestre, en ti la tierra canta! En ti [...]

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So, I don’t normally like introductions, but this one is fantastic enough to read even if you don’t read the book. Introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness (1976) Ursula K. Le Guin Science fiction is often described, and even defined, as extrapolative. The science fiction writer is supposed to take a trend or phenomenon [...]

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Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, each soft Spring recurrent; it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the [...]

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