“The Great Llama Drama”

The Great Llama Drama Yes, Llamas on the loose! Thelmella and Louanne. They’re on-the-lamb down I-95 as fast as llamas can. Headed for the Grand Canyon with fearless, careless abandon. They’ve slipped their surly bonds for the land of llamas beyond!

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“Holy Hands!”

(John Casey) Photo by Jacqueline Casey I dreamt last night I attend the Church of the Holy Hands! Firm fanatics, believers brew; a congregation of Fifty-Two. “Have pocket aces in your stew before you receive your due; before glory rains upon you, too!” I genuflect, bow and find a pew as the devil shoves his…

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“Promises”

“Promises” You’re rolling out to sea You’re waving me goodbye Yet I am not set free this seagull cannot fly. “Goodbye”, the buoy tolls. “I’ll miss you more and more. Release my restless soul. Adrift, I cannot soar.” I’ve learned one certain truth: there isn’t any death. There’s only your last words where I am…

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“Patterns”

(see Max Tegmark’s “Our Mathematical Universe”)                                                                    “Patterns” Whose hand now tracks this journey in its field? Who placed it in that Universal norm? Whose pattern makes it swirl and glow and yield? Whose logic gives it stature in this form? Its turnings strong and sure; no anxious pause. Its destination perfect and sublime;…

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Wordle #199, Feb 15, 2015

ANGELS ACT with our CUES. WRESTLE with our devils HELD in SAINTLY TRACK unbending, dismissive of all SCIENCE, save our quarks. Smashed upon the evil level, While MEMORY is stark. EMPTY PEBBLES; CRACKING. Written for Sunday Whirl, Wordle #199.  Twelve Words:  cue, held, track, saintly, angel, act, science, crack, pebbles, wrestle, memory, empty.

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“Atonement”

“Atonement” She pushes, coaxes, presses needle through. With labored love, the handsome fabric glows; the heart, remorseful, with it thus imbued. Her stitches mixed with tears, the fabric knows she makes her mourning coat from their love nest. Resounding chimes the tolling bell that beckon all to see his final best: that coat of many…

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“The Nebula”

“The Nebula” Bright star whose dusty depth reveals her wrath: a lonely, wanton sphere, she spreads her arms. Amorphous, ever-rising in a path to form a dome in nature’s growing warmth. Her energy of light with striving yearns. Her formlessness, a swirling, shapeless ring. A shifting tumult, red and yellow burns before she moves to…

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“Emeryville”

John remembers the ways of the Ohlone as he digs for oyster along the shore at Emeryville.  Near his dead father’s old fishing shack stood Shellmound Park; a midden of many lifetimes.  A mountain of crusty mollusk fused together rose 60 feet above San Francisco Bay with a dance pavilion atop its summit.  The dance…

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“Where Have all the Monarchs Gone?”

  “Where Have all the Monarchs Gone?” The bees now crash the windows to my soul. I will despair, unable to withstand with cozening, the cruel, deceptive whole as GMO’s now spread across our land. The bee will sigh; the butterfly will gnash her teeth; the Monarch now Monsanto’s slave. Who sprays our corn? Who…

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