Dreams
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The Workout
Every morning for 90 days,I've committed to working outwith a man on a set of DVDswho at times seems like the devil incarnate(ironically, with a god's body),whom I'm trusting with my life,as he attempts to whip me into shape.Some mornings… Continue reading
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God Dreams
Shhhh!Quiet.Enter on tiptoe:God sleeps. God dreams of a world of justice where none go hungry, where all have enough, where none are fearful, where all are embraced. God dreams of a world at peace. Text and… Continue reading
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Stay Away from the Edge!
Stay away from the edge!Don't play with matches!Get down from there!Leave that knife alone! Terrible advice for the soul. When we fall, we break open.When cut, fresh blood surfaces.When we burn, we release sweet incense. Dance along the rim.Let the… Continue reading
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Within Reach
What if the strongest desiresgiven us by Godhave been placed–purposefully–just outside our grasp? What if being humanmeans forever strivingfor the unattainable?This may bewhere compassion is born. Or is the pointto let go of the dreamand wrap ourselves fully aroundthat which… Continue reading
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Jacob
What if Jacob,sleeping that night in the desert,running in desperation from his deceit and dishonor,had slept with a pistolstashed beneath his stony pillow? What if,suddenly attacked by the angel(or God or whatever–it's left deliciously vague),Jacob had pulled out his gunand… Continue reading
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Puzzle Piece
I am the missing pieceof a nearly completed puzzle.I've walked through hall after hall,stopped at table after table,scanned jigsaw after jigsawhoped for the possiblity of fitting in,and yet… Have you worked with a puzzle,struggling with a piece you know belongs… Continue reading
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For This We Yearn
"Listen to me!" It is for this we yearn, yes? "See me!" It is for this we yearn, yes? "I matter!" It is for this we yearn, yes? And even those of us–the published,the sought after,the elected, selected, sanctioned–we all… Continue reading
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The Dresser
The dresser(in which reside my underwear and socks)is an antique,formerly owned by my sister(now deceased). Sometimes at night,with only a candle burning,I wish with all my heartto see her in the flecked, speckled mirror,to observe her pulling back her hair,putting… Continue reading
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The Train at Night
Listen for me.I wail and warn:"Out of my way."I'm barreling through your town,shaking the beds of your drowsing children,filling their dreams with images of escapethrough black, mysterious fields to unfamiliar towns.My Doppler siren invites them to risk themselveson the rails… Continue reading
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Obliquity 4
All his vast ambitiousnessturned out was quite iniquitous:in all his doing (don't you see?)he never took the time to be. Text, image and audio © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. To listen to this poem Download Obliquity 4 Continue reading