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Broken Bread

May 19, 2023 | Poetry

I can’t see the path.
My sight is twisted.

I scrabble with bare hands,

Early Morning in Northern Minnesota

May 19, 2023 | Poetry

The wonky old aluminum window, austere and squealing for mercy, would only rise a few inches. But it was enough. Cheek to sill, nose to screen, breathing; a whole body experience. Morning wrestles night in quiet combat. Damp earth, cool comfort from day’s heat....

If Jesus Came to Dance

May 19, 2023 | Poetry

If Jesus came to dance, what would the Buddha say? Could we be saved by the sound of shuffling feet? Krishna says, “Break a leg, amigo.” And Jesus snaps a pirouette. If hands that sew are holier than lips that pray, how sacred are feet that...

Just

May 19, 2023 | Poetry

My fountain burbles, and Klemmer’s sweet sax sings me to sleep. Behind my door, the city growls, and scratches to get in.