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James Joyce's FuneralAs the cemetary service ended, Margaret climbed down into the grave. The mourners shrieked, and even more so, As she lovingly spooned the cadaver.James Joyce's Funeral
Death is always a sudden shock of cold. Gone for good are his Gaelic spirit of gab, as much as the liquor on his breath and cigar ash scattered over his suit.
Among the mourners, many had heard her sigh, then whisper desperately, "I love you." But, in one last echo of a death rattle, The artist uttered a lone word, "Nora."
All present fell silent at that moment. Crescendoing cries were heard from the
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Today is 9-11I thought it was tomorrow, but when I was driving to work, it was all over the radio. Maybe I was in denial. Now I feel very somber. While exiting the World Trade Center that morning, before the jets hit, I recall the brilliantly clear sky and the pure feeling of the air. While driving to work today, I looked up, reflexively, not looking for jets or tall buildings, but just to gaze at the sky, at the weather.Today is 9-11
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Masala ChaiI was sippin' a big cup o' hot tea, With a roun' teabag floating on its' side. It was under me nose and me feelin' the air of the South Seas in me nostrils An' I blew that white sail up on its side-- Watched it tack across me cup I did,Masala Chai
A regular Portuguese Man O' War It was--the cannon loaded for plunder: Cardamon, cumin, saffron, and nutmeg.
by ~kabloona
After Midnight MassBehold the night sky this Christmas morning.After Midnight Mass
Gaze upon the heavens and the silent night of galaxies, stars, and planets beyond, embedded in the dark of the cosmos.
Behold the gargantuan gods of old, those mummified constellations of myth, frozen so brightly in play, love, and war.
Pause and consider the vast ambit of
physics, biology, philosophy, mathematics, and all theology.
The only sounds are the stampeding ghosts of raw winter wind, the mournful rocking
and muted wooden murmuring of trees.
Every bleak, naked limb mirrors myself, &
by ~kabloona
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