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 May 2018 SK O'Sullivan
Onoma
as an earthworm touched

by a twig, a string curling

wildly to refuse the knot.

raw and sensate, dotted

with bits of soil like ellipses

of motion.

the same light's kept on in

the darkened ends of its

tunnel.

as your own.

a pulse in the earth, enriched

by a blackness that contains

immovability.

to surface therefrom, putting

the best of nakedness to shame--

streaming the gravity of

enlightening experiences.

turned continually over, as

if to freefall to the sky.
 May 2018 SK O'Sullivan
Cinzia
It was an arbitrary day
at the arboretum
the ferns were all wondering why
a rash of rogue rhododendrons
were roughing up the azaleas
while mighty magnolias stood meekly by

A patch of tiny cyclamen giggled girlishly
while witch hazels waved green wands
and the willows wrung their hands
and wept and wept
'cause they knew what was really going on
Oddly this had been deleted. Not by me! Hacked?
 May 2018 SK O'Sullivan
L B
“Pink carnation if mother's alive;  white if she isn't.”

Fidgeting with the hanky in her sleeve

WPA standout
fending off tears
armed wide-eyed with headache
finding her voice orphan-thin-- tethered--
by wire-will
She sings it still...

“Tis the month of our Mother...”

Behind that white carnation
Behind walls of flesh and ribs

HUGE WATERS
WANT--

...the church vacant of mothers

NEED--

the church
vacant
as clear blood
BURSTS
into faint blue concert

Whirling   Burning   Blurring--

The PURE

--distance--

of audience
of Saints
of God

OF HER MOTHER

“...O blessed and beautiful day.....”
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"Tis The Month of Our Mother/O blessed and beautiful day..." is from a Catholic hymn sung in honor of the ****** Mary by Catholic school children during May.

May Crowning is an oddly idolatrous ritual and veneration of the statue of Mary that very much associates her with "The Queen of Heaven" and pagan rituals.  

Why my mother was required to perform in this ceremony only weeks after the death of her own mother has always escaped me.  She was thirteen and certainly grieving.  Her father had died less than a year before.  

As an  older woman,  she cried as she told me about it in such detail.  

Certainly part of the reason we ended up in public school.  Not sorry.  Not sorry.

WPA was the Works Progress Administration, which during the 1930s made jobs for the needy during The Great Depression.  Best known for huge development projects, WPA workers also filled jobs in clothing factory lines.
 May 2018 SK O'Sullivan
L B
The years add up
But you never truly forget  
Just cover it up
with leaves, some brush
an old sheet or blanket
A drive
a new route around
Sometimes an old box in a closet
or under a bed work fine
to hide the time

until the winds of seasons change
bare it all again

..and there's never any tissues around
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