CARLEE LLOYD poetry
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The bird of wisdom came to me once more, drunk on the flesh of the saints, and cawed on the shoulder of Babalon. With all of the gentleness she could muster she said, “be thou beyond wisdom.” I sat at the altar, alone and full of sorrow, pleading for her grace to take me onward. Then,… Read more
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A terrible light came upon the water and every reflection caught its fire. And a shame rose from the deep. As a great laughter bellowed, “Imago Dei, Imago Dei.” For the voice could see my vanity and the pride I tried to hide. Laughing, it spoke again, “Look and you shall see.” And my eyes… Read more
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the lines are longand stretch downthe street. when you getinside, there’sa waiting roomwith chairs andfree books. all the booksare the self-helptype. titles like‘the power ofpositive thinking.’ boy, do we thinkpositively,as the ladiesfill our cart. two bags ofmacaroni,one box ofpowered mashpotatoes,three cans ofbeans. imagine thefeast! we makemagic out ofnon-perishables. walking back homethrough the slush,two bags undereach… Read more
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