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Frederick Moe Apr 23
Paint flecked

from the ceiling

tinwhitesnowflakes

*

that February

still feels

like it didn’t

exist

my back pages

entire novels

now sparks

free

escaping the chimney
Frederick Moe Apr 11
Paint flecked
from the ceiling
tinwhitesnowflakes
*
that February
still feels
like it didn’t
exist

my back pages
entire novels
now sparks
free
escaping the chimney
Frederick Moe Feb 2017
These snows of February
are like the cave-making snows
of old; when snow-giants
roamed the Earth
& the only language
we spoke  
was Glacial.
Frederick Moe Mar 2016
Science is
the magic
of our age.

I want
the old world
back.
Frederick Moe Jan 2016
Everything I was ever taught about _______
(choose as many as apply)
Society
History
Politics
Science
Religion
Relationships
Authorit­y
I need to
Frederick Moe Jan 2016
a trail of ink spills  
past lanterns & statues
on the bridge.
orange flares streak across
your glasses; it is true night now.
if truth is forgotten, who
will weave our amnesia?
not I, or you, nor the one
whose fiction we follow
into the forgotten works.
Frederick Moe Jan 2016
Brother John,
unfurl your purple banner,
let the peace dove soar
above Grafton township
proclaiming victory
over endless oppression.
Ring the chapel bell,
light the candles
in the sanctuary,
shelter us with tea &
the word of God.

Brother John,
the forecast is gray.
I want to hear the truth.
I want to hear your voice
as the world grows dark.

Brother John,
will we ever forgive our transgressions?
Will we survive the winter intact
to bloom once more into the flower of art?
How do we find our pathway back
to our spirit?

Now is time to travel within.
Pray. Forgive.
Create peace. Walk with God.
Make magic.
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