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last night a blackbird
singing his heart out for Spring
none paused to listen

creativity
works in mysterious ways
found object sculpture

She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

As a child
I was born a catholic
and unknowing
and not yet averse to religion
my knees endured
the long pains
of high mass services
in my monastery school
where the old abbot
held up by god
eventually finished
and the sun still shining
outside the church door
we hormone confused bodies
were released
to boyhood

in perfect order
the waves all with white fichus
die quietly on the beach

sharp green spikes stick up
telling us to be patient
spring is coming soon

on my street at night
sparrows quietly cheep and chuff
time to go to sleep

forgiveness is all
to each other our benison
there is a tomorrow