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The Sign
You will find Him wrapped in swaddling clothesWrapped in fleshWrapped in bloodWrapped in boneWrapped in the calloused hands of a carpenter’s sonWrapped in scandalWrapped in genocideWrapped in povertyYou will find HimYou will find Him lying in a mangerLying in stenchLying in sweatLying in forgotten places Lying in a disheveled heap on the street cornerLying in newspapersLying in garbageLying in urineYou will find HimYou will find HimWrapped in swollen belliesAching for ... read more
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So I totally stole this idea from my agent, Rachelle
Gardner, but I thought it would be a fun exercise for Christmas Eve. Write a haiku, (a 17-syllable poem with 5
syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third) about
Christmas or winter or whatever. You can use mine as an example if you’ve never
done it before. Have fun!
Rachel’s Haiku:
tidings of great joy
stuffed in my mailbox—what if
they make me jealous?... read more
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It wasn’t just the cautious Greeks,
their faces stoic as marble in our imagination,
who built one,
nor the Mayans, with their bloodstained temple stairs,
the Druids with their rings of rocks,
the Tibetans with their little kite-like flags.
Joshua, the warrior, made his of twelve river-washed stones,
Solomon, with the cedar and cypress of Lebanon, borne on the backs of 30,000 slaves,
Elijah with ox and wood, water and rock, and the unflinching certainty that fire would c... read more
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