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GOD IN CONCRETE
by P.M.F. Johnson Rebar God, God built up from sand and lime, the holy slurry, God of orange cones and flak jackets, incoming God with signal flags snapping out the mystical code, God who provides sufficient tread on your tires and that spooky understanding before it happens, God not so much on the easy answers, nor dropping candy like a parade clown, (and you'll sort through clouds a long time before seeing the golden slide-rule-in-the-sky, giving archaic answers God) not a solving by dissolving God; you're getting closer if you think kitchen magnet, some savory odor to draw you in, basil or cinnamon or an especially lip-smacking goulash; adios is right: the go-to God, giddyup God, toy airplane buzzing about the abode God, watering can God, fertilizer God; and us? . . . why, us doing the doing of what God wants from us — planting zucchini, putting a new coat of red on the car, yielding at the traffic circle for once. |
HOWLING HARE Glastonbury, UK by Brent Wiggans |
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AN EASTER CONCERT
by Darren C. Demaree Following Jesus & R.H. Harris & those well-tailored hustlers of God that always had their Cadillacs in idle in case the congregation found out what there was to find out was difficult for Sam Cooke, but if any man could make mercy sound good it was him. It took Jesus thirty-three years to bring the house down. Sam was the closing act from the age of only nineteen & when he was found dead, barely dressed, surrounded by crying women & robbed of his money & his ecstatic calls as well, the churches went silent one more time, just in case it was possible for him to find the spirit again. |
I SEE YOU by Lynn Crounse |
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ALL MY PEEPS
by Erren Geraud Kelly all my peeps go to church on sunday praise the lord and do the shout like the brothers who get their drink on all my peeps eat and are loud grandmother's kitchen is filled with the sounds of busy women little mouths and men's bodies/bellies at rest all my peeps look at me and laugh cos after all these years I'm still the quiet one "why you talkin so proper? you around us now" and i laugh with them as the house fills up with love like a black balloon |
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