Knowledge · The room was stark and gray, with only a cot and a bench and a metal desk framing a firm tall gentleman in crisp shirt and dull blue tie regarding me with sad and patient eyes. I sat on the bench. “I am sorry sir,” he said and then told me that …
Tag: Love
BTT #57: Love Is Not A Square
Love is Not a Square ° Love will not Hold you In a box Or claim your Past, or mark you Waiting out Far off. ° It just embraces Where lines of Frets and strings Curve to pluck A tightened sound From softened edges And patient circling Of one eternal round. ° -Lona Gynt, June …
BTT #52: Entanglement
Entanglement We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped. But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …
BTT #42: Blood
Blood · How do we regard This constant stranger Running always in And through us Bringing gifts As a fountain, quietly, Nourishing but never Wending past edges of the Waking dreams and Visions it only ever Carefully feeds? · Unless... We sometimes see A red round drop Flattened starkly against a Clean white plate When a …
BTT #38: How to unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning.
How to unwrap God's Gifts on Christmas Morning ∗ Heal wounds. Soak Earth with sunshine. Breathe hope into sorrows And pace the Long and gentle Unwinding of the clocks. Don't point and counter Or fence the tides of Wild creation into doctrine. Care for each other, Instead of playing endlessly With the box. ∗ …
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BTT #37: Is Epistemology a Whore or a Mother or Both?
Is Epistemology a Whore or a Mother or Both? Truth, it seems, is rarely lacking leaven. A wise woman said it hurts only if you believe it. The most tenacious con is self-deception. Truth may have its way, but perhaps is merely written by the victors. Whether it is a sword or salve depends upon the …
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BTT #35: Don’t Let Go
Don't Let Go · You know You say exactly What you feel. My swallow heart Flutters in the Windless grasp Of your caress At twilight. · You say You feel exactly What you know. Please just Hold me gently. I swim in Storms of expectation Itching for a flight. · · All right reserved by …
BTT #34: On the Corner of Catshole Lane
On the Corner of Catshole Lane Part One: Standing in the dampened grayness of the day, her umbrella of flattened yellow does little to impede the surrounding breaths of misted rain. While waiting for the light to change, a question uncoils about the strangeness of the street name and ancient purpose of this place. …
BTT #32: Hair — Cut — Non—Transitioned
This is in response to a post by the Amazing Amaya at dVerse who has prompted us to "Bridge the Gap." The task is to start with one quote and then end with another quote from a different source and write a poem that bridges the two gaps. My first quote is from Faulkner, my …
BTT #26: A Wish For My Children
A Wish For My Children · For you, my children, I hope you can always greet The sunrise, where the Bright glow of the hidden Fire kisses and Then patiently subdues the Gently yielding darkness Only to descend again Later into the waiting Arms of evening and the Silent shroud of Listening night. · This …
