Tag Archives: poet

Scapegoat

Posted on Thursday, August 7, 2014 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

And Aaron shall lay both his hands upon the head of the live goat, and confess over him all the iniquities of the children of Israel…putting them upon the head of the goat, and shall send him away…into the wilderness. … Continue reading →

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The Sky Belongs to All of Us

Posted on Wednesday, February 12, 2014 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

I once heard of a man of spirit who put on a suit of flesh and cracked his chest open to prove that LOVE was not just a NOUN but a VERB that we are called to conjugate: to grow … Continue reading →

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Solstice Magic

Posted on Friday, December 20, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

This was written for We Write Poems #190: Holiday Found Poetry in which Yousei Hime asked us to create a found poem, using a text that we liked when we were creating our poems for last week’s cento prompt. I … Continue reading →

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The Time Traveler’s Carol

Posted on Thursday, December 12, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

Shadows and tall trees tell me I’m a tourist in the fourth dimension. The flying cloud, the frosty light, suspended water, tree perfume: through the canopy of the leaves, a rich mandala hallucinates in high fidelity.

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Ode to a Pipe Man

Posted on Saturday, December 7, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

for Virgil Broad brown fingers, your sycamores of light dance nimbly on digits black and white; pipes breathe song through open throats — brass-toned or sometimes woodwind ghosts,

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Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

Posted on Tuesday, October 22, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

In a distant song played and displayed for eternity on the wall of a website, a young man from Japan speaks of autism in digital daylight, letter and curve. He speaks of drops of rain, of watching little souls

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The Soong Kachina

Posted on Friday, September 27, 2013 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

I have been trying to ascertain the meaning of the Sun Kachina’s statement, Data remarked to Counselor Troi as they sat at the small table in his quarters. He gently swept a thick dollop of turquoise paint with his brush … Continue reading →

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