Winter Meditations

Two short poems

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Paradise Reimagined: A conversation with Milton

By Jared St. Martin Brown “Till one greater man restore us and regain the blissful seat” (Paradise Lost, I, 4-5) I Hail Holy Fire*, Whose footprints indelibly brand The naked hide of the occupied wilderness Ethereal power into flesh like lead, Ex Nihilo, Light spoken into the womb of chaos Into purity stricken came purity... Continue Reading →

Poems from Glen Elk (volume 2)

I consider these nonfiction.  Most of this happened over a decade ago, but these are the Glen Elk stories I recall and retell most often.  If I haven't forgotten them by now, that means they are an active part of my life still, informing my walk.  This volume is the miracles and legends section of... Continue Reading →

Poems from Glen Elk (volume 1)

for Russell Glen Elk is like it's people.  Embattled but beautiful.  It's the best part of town, and everyone knows it.  Frozen for a time, in neglect, it escaped the fires improvement that leveled to blandness everything else in the late 1900s.  Now it's buildings and streets have that charm that everyone's looking for.  That's... Continue Reading →

Lament for Nowhere

I West Virginians say To be on a Mountain Is to be Somewhere- Flat land is Nowhere   Therefore No place in West Virginia Can be called “Nowhere”   But if they tear down Our Mountains, We will be Nowhere indeed   And where I sit now Will be the middle of it   II... Continue Reading →

Heart Song

My two sons Each born With a hole in his heart   See the look On the doctor's face As she listens   To an upbeat With a down beat An unusual rhythm   And lungs breath lyrics "Here is a heart With room for God."   Her stethoscope, Headphones, witness To truest worship -JSMB... Continue Reading →

Medea in Firelight

Medea, the mother, In firelight Altar of witchcraft Hot and white   Eyes of the Chorus Wild in Rage Censure burns The pungent sage   Spirits venomous Woolly gold Weaving the bitter Song of old   Medea, the mother ‘Till a moment ago, Barefoot in blood And wailing woe   -JSMB 2017

Message of Peace

Yesterday, the Pope handed President Trump signed copies of two of his messages, one on climate change and one entitled “Nonviolence - A Style of Politics for Peace.” The President responded, “We’ll be reading them.” Let’s hope.  The latter is the most Christ-like assessment of the violence in our world I’ve read. And I am... Continue Reading →

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