it is addressed thusly:
Now that we're done thanking, lets complain some more.

it reads:
For some this day comes and not without a taint
The only harp found playing is one of sad complaint;
Thanks-taking is the given name for their mealy moan:
Take all the time you want, but leave my thanks alone!
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

catholic anarchist thanksgiving


Thus Spoke Athanas, 9

it is addressed thusly:
Ninth Canticle.
it reads:
To come alive the dead must die
In the grave the grave must lie
Immortal One corruptible
But incorrupt - impossible!

Announce it high above the hills
Dead is death, the sting that kills
A new passage hewn of earth and blood
A passion pure, a cleansing flood!

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

on the incarnation



it is addressed thusly:
Rightly dividing the word of truth...
it reads:
Speak concisely what is true
Keep not the flame away from you
Crown of teachers through the ages
Trumpet of faith; a king of sages.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

on incarnation svs press


Lack, Two

it is addressed thusly:
Walt, what was the name of that book...?

it reads:
Only part do I see through
Like four-side-frame in window
Painted bare and flecked with dross
See here beauty, the art of loss.



it is addressed thusly:
Wait, what?
it reads:
It's the road you're heading down
Don't know when you done got on;
Made a wrong turn way back there
Maybe now you'll start to care!



it is addressed thusly:
Almost as much as my poetry.
it reads:
A question posed itself today
(It then refused to go away)
Betwixt the priest and wind-up clown
When is the battle winding down?
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

wind up new ochlophobist


John Chrysostom

it is addressed thusly:
John, O lion of Constantine's city, great orator and and lover of poverty, ask the Lord our God that he may grant us His great mercy.
it reads:
A roar which ariseth aft amain
Mane unfold, tongue gilt hilt hath slain
Kings and queens in pride of old
Elder John thou mouth of gold!
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

Chrysostom John Eudoxia [image]


Two Iron Docks

it is addressed thusly:
Let's rant awhile.

it reads:
They keep on complaining with
Spare aplomb and sparsest pith
About the Konsumerarikon;
Which they're screeding scripts upon.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

front porch cell phone


Time Management

it is addressed thusly:
Wish I had it.
it reads:
Scrambling, scrabbling, scurrying
These things I do when hurrying
If there were one more hour in a day
I'd also likely squander it away.


Visions and Dreams Always

it is addressed thusly:
A meditation.

it reads:
Visions and dreams always are known
Like leaves in southward skies are blown
We ask if it shall be or no?
They come and go and come and go

It is a fragment of figment
A painted dot of pallid pigment
A map marked with a single spot
I must decide to go, or not.

Sometimes it has not been given
Or the map is torn and riven
For why no we speak to reason
Always now, or for a season?

It is known and unknown too
Attained we think, by only few
So then we digress to go
Or pretend we do not know

And uncertainty's own part
In this ranging, rambling art
As much a threat for those who fail
As a prize for to avail

Remembrance is though never mixed
The mind's eye on it remains all-fixed
Seen that place, write it deep
In the secret places keep.

Ask then seek that inner path
Whose ways wend deep and that hath
Solid stones beneath your feet
Whose end at which we fine'ly meet.


In War the Heart is Made

it is addressed thusly:
A meditation.

it reads:
In war the heart is made to see
It's own old inner reality
No man can fight the rage and raw
By some contrive'd reasoned law

Hardly have the blades been drawn
The guns alight, the sound anon
Of seas of men in battle's call
Who run the river and siege the wall

The virtues waste unless a chance
A providential circumstance
Doth it arise and show anew
An honorable hero's view?

To be in some cases actual
Failures not contractual?
But we would feign to see it now
Beneath the choices mostly bow

In cowardice our safety lies
In killing, fleeing virtue dies
But what of grave necessity
Her awesome pensive gravity?

To choose which brother should lie low
Angelic tears may sieve like snow
But in the heart, the deeper mind
If his lord he there should find

So all war's necessity
And fame or fortune cannot be
The measure of heroic name
For evil and good then seem the same

Who are the judges, razor eyed
Whose minds true the truth divide
Of virtue built into the heart
Impregnable redouted fort

And if its king is present there,
To enemies an acrid air
Rise above the battlement
Away, O foeman, be thee sent!

Though the land my fall at last
Into the winds the fates be cast
No harm comes to the city fair
No beast or imp can dwell in there

And see it now, the desolation!
A memorial emancipation
Fair now will the memory
Of that place then always be

As red and gold and grey are mixed
Plans and prospering are nixed
Earthly things all go to rot
Desires burning for them hot

A sweet smelling fire must rise
This at last, before the eyes
And then before this see we all
A ram provided jumps the wall

Abram is spared, his son will live
Yet meet the sacrifice we give
Write in your heart a different law
Build not of sticks and hay and straw

No man is truly made the worse
Who does not harm his own soul first.


Of Worlds and Ages

it is addressed thusly:
We say, ages, which also means, worlds.
it reads:
Space and time are intertwined
In a world, for those inclined
A foot is lightning's nanosec
Information age is internet.


No Soap, Radio!

it is addressed thusly:
Two penguins are sitting in a bathtub...

it reads:
My potatoes have no eyes
My meat-stock bears no flies
See no blemish comes upon
The radio that I have switched on!

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

mmm no, ochlophobist.


A Canticle for Kathryn

it is addressed thusly:
For one whom we knew we barely knew.
it reads:
Though spark and dust and damp
Thine own words and eyes a lamp
Our dear beloved tireless friend
Call alleluia! Away thee wend.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

ximese up bismarck


A Note, An ado

it is addressed thusly:
Will, I am pleased to say:

it reads:
A gallant age we suppose has passed
Will perhaps catch up with us at last
With pranks and puns and tragedy
Whose words have writ a comedy?
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

much ado nothing youtube


Beetle Bailey

it reads:
A black-green beetle upside-down
In my bath-room he was found
A tissue made to be a cart
Found him safe in garden's heart.