La’ie Mud Rhymes
I write for my friend Michael,
who alone on our island
had grace I could dive into.
Boyhood buddy of beach-night bonfires,
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Reverse Perspective
May 14, 2017 I dreamt of Pavel Florensky, black-bearded, white-robed, scrunched and sharpened face, quizzical eyes, stepping into a dark classroom, eerie light in a still shaft from the rain-battered skylight above, unblinking student cadets…
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Cry for the Gods: Grief and Return
Fires were raging in the hills near Hearst Castle in the late summer of 2016. They spread and spread, consuming the Monterey pines and golden hills of the most remote area of the California coast, extending close enough to the castle that, at last, tours were cancelled and plans were made to remove the most precious art. From the darkened dining hall, the orange shadow of the flame cast an eerie half-light on the stone walls which, for the first time since their construction, shone no light, were hid by no tapestries, echoed no sound. The Mediterranean towers and domes once spoke of the power of humanity’s conquest and wealth—now they stood abandoned, a desperate testament to the beauty humanity creates and is unworthy of.
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Palmyra Redemption: July 18, 2015
Morning light pierces the green canopy. There is weightiness to this place.
This place has known God. Its very existence glorifies him, yearns for him.
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