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Author: danvbennett
Mood Morning
I tried to kill my motherwas dead, so all in vainas if she sang of circumstancepedestrian and plain I tried to kill my brotherto live, he had the nerveas if he toyed with trianglesadroitly by their curves I tried once to kill meHe died, but I died twiceas if I saw of worlds beyondour world … Continue reading Mood Morning
Solemn Vigil
The National Day of Labor Organizing (NDLON) held a Silent Vigil on Saturday to honor Lorenzo Salgado Araujo and Johan Sebastian Guerrero. According to their website the public is encouraged to: Community members gathered in vigilPhotos honoring Lorenzo and JohanCandles, flowers, and memorial displaysDay laborers, faith leaders, and immigrant rights advocatesSigns calling for justice, truth, … Continue reading Solemn Vigil
Doodlying On Dangerous Ground
If only the sky would crackthe moon open bloody blood bloodand death in a torrent wash over us allin one sanctifying flood If only the sun would searthe earth with a flamy flame flameand burn us all at once at stakewe kindling of aggregate shame But the heavens don't notice at allthe song of the … Continue reading Doodlying On Dangerous Ground
Just Ranting In The Rain
I love it when a secular humanist wiccan atheist love child lectures the Right about the dangers of Christian Nationalism because 'that's not how Jesus would act'. I love the new woke strategy of bringing out self professed Christians to chide Christ professing Christians. If you know you know. I love the uncannily exact pitch … Continue reading Just Ranting In The Rain
Letter To Liberals Part 1
Hello Dear Friends, of the fast and former varieties, and those I’ll meet and irritate in the future. What the fuck happened to you? You used to be able to think for yourself; I know, I was there. You used to fiercely defend first principals, even as you admitted you cobbled them together yourself, from … Continue reading Letter To Liberals Part 1
Pen Name and Pony Tail
Pen Name and Pony TailBut there's nothing Holy in this Grail The characters move to and froLarry Moe and Curly Joe No story stirring in the bonesOf plot to point a heart toward home Pen name and pony tailBut there is no Jonah in this Whale Look at me, look at meSeeking fame at sixty … Continue reading Pen Name and Pony Tail
Pass To John
He was a child once, too, rememberwith friends his age he loved as that age doeswhen loyalty is strict but jealous quick See Him kick a leather ball with sun cracked heelsand, heaving, grinning, happily gulp from passing jug at bouts contested fairly between boys and King
Song To Pass The Time In Leonard Cohen Voice, Which Started As A Lark But Maybe I’ll Try To Work It Into Something (Unfinished)
She lives on inside a coneof whispers she left on your phoneand though you'll never be alonewith her she lingersYou play those whispers one by onethe heat the hurt then Chekhov's gunyou're a third act prop, bud, just one amongthe necessary fingers There is no wound for you to healno letter waiting for your sealno … Continue reading Song To Pass The Time In Leonard Cohen Voice, Which Started As A Lark But Maybe I’ll Try To Work It Into Something (Unfinished)
In The Cards
The ingenious pleasure as our thoughts Unsuited to the breeze blown deck Come together four a’ face Construe the game of know-your-place And trump the chaos with a trick
Happy
The light is happy where you areSurrounding as it doesAn object of our Lord’s delightAnd--most precious--in His sightThe tender flawThe light is happy where you are
A Writing Prompt
[Editor's Note: I wrote this in a reflection on the Black Fatigue conversation currently sweeping social media. This incident happened forty years ago and is vivid in my memory. I believe the woman in the fitted blue suit--her name is Dannice, it came to me yesterday morning--would be hurt and distressed at where we've landed … Continue reading A Writing Prompt
Aging Sinfully
Cheating on a ghost or shellRatifies the need for HellIn that sweet perdition liesAll the Hell that satisfies Cheating on still supple thighDoes not tho make Heaven sighIt leaves what gamblers call a tellIn vacant gaze of ghost or shell
Ming’s Father Dies; She Dances
Will she dance now in slow unmeasured stepsacross the mirrored shimmer of the floorand, to music seeping from luxuriant decor,disclose in movement where her soul has creptto please an eye past peace, that never slept? She offers feathered throat to Father’s clawshe tastes the blood her father’s blood anointsIn this dream she learns the shadow … Continue reading Ming’s Father Dies; She Dances
Early Bird Special
What thoughts should I be thinking now?Grand kids sprouting up like weedsNeighbors' twins are crushing med schoolGot a real sweet lease on the SUV But I see the West is stacking hoodlumsEach one looking at his screenDon't hang your head boys things are hopelessBut they're exactly what they seem They watch the East collecting armiesMissiles … Continue reading Early Bird Special
Bouillabaisse (My Dinner with Norman Mailer and Andrea Dworkin)
Tall Tuber eschewed sophistryAs he explained the world to meGod's figurine I am I amAnd thank heavens not a Clam Sweet Clam replied with hurtful smileShe, as he, employed no guileThe whole tureen– divinity!When first you take a sup of me In kiss-me apron, somber vestGod prepares to serve his guestsClam, meet Tuber, how'd you … Continue reading Bouillabaisse (My Dinner with Norman Mailer and Andrea Dworkin)
Song For M This Morning
I’ve opened my eyes to uncertain skiesI know you have as wellAnd try as we may and try as we mustTo hold to each other and the One that we trustIn time my angel the iron will rustAnd the vines will creep over the bell Oh, but the thing that you always did bringThat I … Continue reading Song For M This Morning
For The Record
Ah, as I log in to start this rant, I’m invited by Google to test their new AI. Thanks, no. Wonder if the invitation will be repeated after this post. Realized I needed to provide a little clarity with this blog, for the benefit of its dozens of readers and, as I imagine it, for … Continue reading For The Record
Three Thoughts, Dear Friend
She kept on her phone a Prayer she wroteTo a Thought she didn’t love or serveThen wondered out loud on the throneWhy life had thrown her such a curve But her kindest eyes were bruised by tears--Why cede the bruise that's His to mend?While pledging not one move toward GodMade each heartbroken soul a friend … Continue reading Three Thoughts, Dear Friend
Prayer in 140 Characters
Thank you for my tiny life Lord Jesus ChristMy little group of friends, our manageable affairsThank you for the courage to face our shared mortalitiesThank you for inside jokesThank you for an abundance of personality in a small sample sizeThank you for this blessed life
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 