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 →

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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 →

Invocation

Congratulations, You exist And I don’t care How much you resist, I don’t care How much you doubt it, How much you deny Or lie about it, How you close your eyes And tighten your fists, It makes no difference You still exist Parallels infinite Broken sims Impossible dreams And forgotten whims Ebbing and flowing... Continue Reading →

Plague of Fireflies

  Seventeen-Year Cicadas You’ve heard them sing their song, Sonic waves unstoppable All spring and summer long But another swarm is coming- Oh what can ready your eyes? For every thousand years Is a Plague of Fireflies Some will think them falling stars Some will think them wild fires Some will think they’re dreaming When... Continue Reading →

Billy and Patty

By Jared St. Martin Brown Back when I lived in Arizona, I used to go on a lot of solitary hikes and camping trips. It was my way of taking full advantage of my time in the desert. It fit right in to the narrative I had already created for myself years ago. As a... Continue Reading →

Parable of the Wedding Night

By Jared St. Martin Brown Every once in a while, I live through a parable. It was my best friend’s wedding night. Albani and I had the awkward and intimate honor of going ahead of the bride and groom to light candles around their apartment. We had to create that magic, romantic atmosphere, and then... Continue Reading →

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