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November 2020

To Pilgrim

(x = space)

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To Pilgrim

(at Thanksgiving, USA)

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Pilgrims

On Thanksgiving

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We make fun

Of their hats

And buckles

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They might as well

Have been a foreign

People to the

(rest of the)

Whites as all the

Indigenous to

The whites

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And they were:

They were a foreign

People

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They carried faith

And dignity,

Faith in dignity,

To what all the western

Coastal, European

People called

A new world

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Through stratagem

Or accident, they

Settled too far

North

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They struggled;

They strove

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Everything was

Struggling and

Striving to them

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Moving, going

On their way

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For them, to be

A pilgrim was

An action

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On a journey

Neverending, ‘til

The end of this life

Start into another

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Photo by Dhimas Widrayato on Unsplash

It was 22:39, I went out to get some fresh air after some coding session then I saw a big moon on the sky, so I grab my camera then go to open space to shot this picture. The photo was taken in Tangerang, Indonesia.

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Anticipation

Anticipation

(in pandemic time)

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A day of

Thanksgiving

Is a week or so

From now

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The Canadians

Had theirs on

Traditional

Columbus Day

And my sister’s

Birthday

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We could combine

The two (not

the birthday) and

Thank first people

For tying up our

Boats, once

We got here

And then have

A national apology

Day for what was

Done to them

Next and since

It’s going to be

A bitterer day,

Anyway

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Maybe we should

Thank the thankless

For a change,

Which would add

Some sweetness

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And bittersweet

Ain’t bad

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There’s wisdom

In it, for it’s

A quality

Both positive

And tempered

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A good

Thanksgiving,

USA, once we get

There and in

Anticipation

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By Visitor7 – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=27155416

Ketchup Bottles at Fullers Coffee Shop

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(sorry, the image is especially enigmatic—a combination of the title, a song, and an advertisement)

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Ray Bradbury’s Writing Table

(x = space)

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Ray Bradbury’s Writing Table

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I hope it’s true

He showed it to us,

Talked us through it

Right before each

Episode;

So many toys and

Other things, reminders

Of this world

And other worlds;

There was a metal

Spaceship, the old kind

You wind up; and

There were toy dinosaurs

And many other things,

Curios and totems

Any of which

Might become

Dandelion Wine,

A Martian chronicle

Or Something Wicked

This Way Comes

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I hope it’s true

And not a set piece,

Though I suppose it doesn’t

Matter; the writing

Table, writing place

Has been lodged in

My brain, coming

Up as memory

Every now and then,

Evocation of

Evocation, and of course

I have my own symbols

Now around me, and

I trust that

You have yours

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The Ray Bradbury Theatre was a show first broadcast in the 1980s.

Ray Bradbury was a writer who created many monumental works, among them Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, Dandelion Wine, and Something Wicked This Way Comes.

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Photo by Charl Folscher on Unsplash

Part of a series of concept photos I took during lockdown using drawing mannequins.

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Grace Shall Abide

(x = space)

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Grace Shall Abide

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What is grace

But surprise

Wrapping us

Inside a storm,

Bringing us to

Unnoticed shelter

Where there’s

A song to sing

Through thunder

And a light

So much steadier

Than lightning

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The ground

Might tremble

But we are held as

Much as we

Need to be for

Safety until morning

When should the

Storm rage on

Or anyway,

Grace shall abide

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(fine)

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coda

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Not a human

Agency; we do not

Dispense it and

Should not

Deceive ourselves

Nor about cost

Or which

There’s none:

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We ask,

We receive;

Maybe it comes

Anyway,

A wild and loving

Trickery, fit for

Storms and then

In quiet moments

When a song

Rather than a curse

Can be,

Might be

Heard or

Received through

Other senses

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Photo by Pascal Bernardon on Unsplash

6 Boulevard du Palais, 75001 Paris, France, Paris

Concert à la Sainte Chapelle

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Imposition of Immortality

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Imposition of Immortality

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The tree outside looked as if it were leaning toward the window.  I mean big parts, think branches and the bow.  Black against a gray sky, it all looked dramatic.  Worse, a little scary.  Trees have fallen down before.  In the back, a large one, bringing many wires with it.  In the backyard of the house I grew up in in Pittsburgh, a tall and wide willow.  Fell in the night, covering the backyard to be seen in the daylight.  The first big thing to fall in my nascent awareness.  Will the new tree fall?  I don’t know.  Who does?  The squirrels and dogs walked by?  Qué será, será, the Spanish say (and Doris Day).  It is what it is, we say these days.  All we are is dust in the wind.  I guess that goes for imposing trees as well.

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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

By William Wordsworth

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45536/ode-intimations-of-immortality-from-recollections-of-early-childhood

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Photo by Diane Helentjaris on Unsplash

Purcellville, Virginia

Old carved tombstone of a weeping willow tree in a cemetery in the countryside near Purcellville, Virginia in Loudoun County. The cemetery was integrated with the graves of African American and white Americans as was the nearby church.

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The Necessary Shadow

(x = space)

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The Necessary Shadow

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If we

Turn toward light,

We’ll need some shade

Not the kind to throw

But that kind that is

Provided by

Glasses or

A hand over our eyes,

Better still by

Trees inspired by

Craters on the moon

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Unmoored,

The light might take us far

If our eyes will need contrast

Even shadows

Providing shapes

Familiar or strange

Along the way

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I’m not sure that

This is death

When it might be something new

That will bring us home,

Afterward

The end of an exhausting day

As at work

Or an amusement park

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Light and darkness

Shape and shadow

Strenuous meditation

And there is such a thing

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The quiet life is not

An easy one,

Given the world

And our natures

While listening

Is hard as well

And nothing automatic

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Listen for the litany,

Expression and response

Between root and branch,

Wing and song

Listen for the turn of

Earth and the stretching

Of the band with

Its own satellite

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We are part of all this interaction

The universe a living place

For us

Life in life

All loves excelling

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Photo by Thomas Richter on Unsplash

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“Love Divine, All Loves Excelling,” a hymn

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Reading Romance, Gothica (two poems)

(x = space)

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Reading Romance, Gothica (two poems)

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Reading Romance

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Standing there,

Waiting for approval,

The ingenue wonders

If she should

Enter the room

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Strangers, unaware,

Are dancing to a

Waltz she’s known

Since childhood

Always listening

From the stairs,

A risky place for

Children, though with

Darkness behind

And light pouring from

The party floor,

Sneaking a look at

Parties was

Irresistible

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I’m sure you understand

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Now she’s here,

Inside the first

Arc, grown up

Into her story:

Does someone wait

Inside?  Should

She remain inside

The question mark

Or take another step

Step toward

Confirmation,

The start of

Act 5, then

Resolution?

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Questions demand

Answers; they

Crawl along the

Bannister; she’ll

Take the step

So we might breathe

Into the

Final chapters

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Gothica

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Tarn,

A Gothic word

For swamp

(try moor

in the British Isles)

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I look up through

The window

At black branches

Fronting a sky of unformed

Cloud, tunneling

Everything to gray

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November’s tilting;

We head

Toward winter’s reign,

Cold and gloomy

All our storytelling

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There might be a

Ghost—there certainly

Will be ghosts

Inhabiting one place,

One will or another

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The house that

Has a crack in it,

Ready to descend

With all the

Failing generations

(I think you know

the one I mean)

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But there’s

A house of every heart,

A sprit calling

At the door or, when

Unattended,

Wailing like a banshee

Uncommissioned

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Everything will

Open and then close up

At the last

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A deserted house—the

Tarn shall have it

(the swamp, the moor)

From which may

Emerge new

Heroes to try

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Photo by Tim Rebkavets on Unsplash

Eltz Castle, Wierschem, Germany

We woke up at 3am so we could drive to Germany. We arrived just in time for sunrise and that’s how this shot came to live. The reflection was made with the reflection of the screen of my phone.

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Favors

(x = space)

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Favors

(in pandemic time)

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The toilet’s broken

Thank me for sharing

Since I rent,

It’s up to someone else

And someone else to fix it

Meanwhile, I wait

As best I may

And all my systems

It’s not as if one can run

Down to the gas station and

Use the loo, since

The disease is keeping many things

Locked up (as it should)

It’s not the worst of things

I’ll tell myself as I

Keep waiting through the day

My brother’s home from the hospital

To rest and improve

From what was diagnosed

To say the least,

He is more important

And I’m thankful

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Photo by Gilles Desjardins on Unsplash

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Jitters

(x = space)

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Jitters

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Too many things

To contemplate

That are unpleasant

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My brother’s health,

The exit of a losing

President (You’re fired!

were he a contestant

in that show),

A broken bedframe

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Heart health generally and

How do I renew my

Driver’s license in

The lockdown? How

Is the rest of my family?

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Well, I make too much

Of each thing,

I suppose, and

Altogether let the

Weight press down

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This is maudlin (sorry)

As I’m sure there

Are good things

Everywhere and

Even here; maybe I

Can find some; maybe

They will remind me

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Photo by Pete Nuij on Unsplash

British Columbia, Canada

Porcupine with flowers.

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