The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • The Womb

    I'm in the marketfor a new womb;I'm ready to begin again.  They aren't sold on Amazon;I checked. One can a rent a wombif you're looking to have a babybut can't do it yourself…or opt not to. But I seek a… Continue reading

  • The Escape

    It wasn't that my ownerdidn't love and care for me,but when the leash snapped–oh, I was free… Joy:tracing scents through woodland leaves,yapping unrestricted after taunting squirrels,pooping and peeing    whenever and wherever the urge struck– Canine nirvana! Then I crossed the boundary    between holiday… Continue reading

  • The Sweet Night

    Morning has broken,shattering the sweet peace of night,its shards littering my bedspread,    the bathroom floor,    the kitchen counter. I'm sad to see morning,    scattered in disarray,    coming into clearer focus    as light skulks about. Ah,… Continue reading

  • This House of Labor

    I run toward the doorwaythat leads back into the roomI just tried to leave. In this house of labor,every exit is a return. Surely somewherewaits a yard meant for play? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading

  • Let Me Dream

    In sleepI plow the fertile fields of wonder.Let me dream.Let not the sun waken me. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • In the Trailer Park

    In my 20s,while attending graduate school,I lived in a trailer parkin Kalamazoo, Michigan.Many daysI'd go running around the outer edge of the park,a distance of about 1/4 mile.I'd run around and around the same narrow, asphalt street,past the same rusty… Continue reading

  • Your One Life

    You have established your one life;have you secured itor skewered it? This midwinter warmup,this promising breeze(a premature escapee of spring)urges:"Cut loose!Cut yourself loose!" Whose voice is this, really?If the voice of God, hoist anchor.If your soul, pull up the stakes.If… Continue reading

  • Sanctuary

    "Sanctuary!" I cry.A small door in an infinite wall opens.As the dark trees crowd behind me,I crawl through.The door creaks shut.Now I am an immigrant in the kingdom of the ineffable,small, grateful, safe. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading