| Now I know what now is . . |
David Rothermel
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| Because you have taught me to live in the moment |
Suzanne Bronson
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| Between the crumbling self and empty darkness |
Kim Nuzzo
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A country like this
grows from possibility and improvisation
the kinds of things you cannot buy
at Wal-Mart
and you cannot find
in profits
It’s soul might get tangled
in misdirections
but beneath freedom’s sky
sunny men and women cannot
resist the rising Light
I wish I could be that
Subtle play of light
In your wineglass -
The breeze around the edge,
Painting legs from the rim,
Tasting you as you are tasting me
And slow to warm from the heat of your mouth.
Nobody sees that the camera made you
With a power to reach
And how much this image
Captivates like new religion.
You can sell heaven
In just one smile.
A mute and unwilling voice –
A fire and a sword
That has slept in my hand
For the ghosts of love castaway.
“If thy offend thee, pluck it out.”
Still a bitter glow in my dark eyes -
The pulling arrows;
Ones not taken from Cupid’s quiver
But penetrating my loving beauty.
O Child! To finally embrace you!
Up from the holocaust
Of that dark mill that claimed you –
To hold you high inside redemption!
sitting in the back
of a pick up truck
barreling down Rt 30
hot summer day 1974.
i saw a fly buzz
from cooler to cooler
it’s going 2 mph
but the truck is going
70 and so
i’m beginning
to understand
the
universe.
rughead said
damn, that sun is hot!
rughead, i said
that sun is billions and
billions of degrees hot
yet the first atom test
was hotter than the center
of the sun (it’s true).
rughead looked at me
and so did leon, westagon
and itchy. i forgot
what happened next
it was very humid
the kind of day
that philly will throw
at you in august
or october : )
we were doing tree work
for crazy ed taylor.