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  1. I will be away for a time...peace...
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    Hey Hack! Thanks for the invite amigo. I've always admired your posts and poetry.
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    I never know where to post these personal thingees. From my ot box: "Just a hair past a freckle here in Cali. Thought I'd check in before turning in. Play a game or two and try not to make a nuisance of myself. Glad to see you up and running still."
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    you have great skill Hack. I admire your work.
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    Unrequited Liver
    ah, but not chopped liver... you'll know what I mean. Check out some of the new posts and you shall see.
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    but - didn't you get my PM????????? how strange... thanks for your concern, it was alas justified, I went through a very very proving week... and am still heavy with sorrow...
    I've just read your automnal poem... I'll comment on it asap... but how come you didn't read/receive my PM... be well, what a joy to hear from you... always.
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    So I'm now back... Thanks for contributing...
    Saramago's catalog is not yet complete. You'll read his Elephants soon!
  8. Saramago is gone.
    His catalog complete?
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    You're very welcome, hack
    thank you for the friendship request. By the way I love your profile picture.
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    Hi Hack,

    Hope you are well. I came across this poem and thought to share it with you.

    To R. W. E.
    by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)

    As when a father dies, his children draw
    About the empty hearth, their loss to cheat
    With uttered praise & love, & oft repeat
    His all-familiar words with whispered awe.
    The honored habit of his daily law,
    Not for his sake, but theirs whose feeble feet
    Need still that guiding lamp, whose faith, less sweet,
    Misses that tempered patience without flaw,
    So do we gather round thy vacant chair,
    In thine own elm-roofed, amber-rivered town,
    Master & Father! For the love we bear,
    Not for thy fame's sake, do we weave this crown,
    And feel thy presence in the sacred air,
    Forbidding us to weep that thou art gone.
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by hack on 11-26-2010 at 11:49 AM
What's the answer to my birth?
When's the time to pierce the earth?

Where's the hand to hold the spade?
At whose feet are empires laid?

Who's the man to dig my grave?
Which is monarch, which the slave?

Updated 11-28-2010 at 01:39 AM by hack



by hack on 11-14-2010 at 11:57 PM
Foam spray springs skyward
from a ragged wind torn sea,
churned to lace
by gods more ancient
than breath.

only the silence remains

by hack on 08-18-2010 at 10:59 AM
where glacier greets sea
the crashing, calving flow
gives voice to every storm
that added to its stream,
replies to each stone
overturned by groaning ice,
and rings with echoes
of the shearing squeal of
rock etching rock

then asea,
as centuries bob
in new disquiet,
ice becomes the sea,
and melts into
the depths
of its own

Updated 09-04-2010 at 12:11 AM by hack


Flew the Nest

by hack on 07-06-2010 at 12:13 AM
This morning at about 8 AM the two hummingbird
fledglings at the front door left their nest. We have been watching them closely, even before they hatched. The serendipity of the placement of the nest, on a chain hanging from a reflective plate at the entryway, has allowed us to peek into the nest at will. The young birds were incredibly tiny when they hatched. They grew steadily at first, then in a short period of about three days, they went through a growth spurt, and they were gone. We

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The Gospel According to Skeeter (Book II)

by hack on 07-03-2010 at 01:28 AM
Paying the Toll

Skeet and me in the last pew
listenin' to some trash
somethin' bout our savior
and givin' up our cash

We just have two nickles
Skeet says give em one
I tell Skeeter ten percent
is the way I heard it's done

Skeeter says you can't make change
when they pass the plate
so he leaves a nickle
to get us through the gate

I tell Skeet it might be fine
if we was

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Updated 07-03-2010 at 12:13 PM by hack