~Quodlibet (XXI-XXIV)~

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~ the stepfather man said ~ you’re a man when you can whip me ~ the ignorance of slain innocence~ lover’s hand at times a stranger ~ madness in her eyes ~ monkey brain ~ a spider in her hair ~ reaching for a hymnal ~ it crawls into a man’s lap ~ she wants to bite him there ~

~XXI. Our Blood/Mother~

She weeps of a morning
a son whose fist father’s
blood ain’t no innocents
no faith sacred bestowed
upon thin rips of violence
this lightning blood veil of lies
humans play themselves as gods
rain hell upon small people
build this boy a prison deep
walls of steel angry voice
Mother, she has fluttering hands
tiny darting birds; they fly
kiss upon the blood of sons down

~XXII. Smaller Than Slaying~

What shade of arrogance is ignorance
this passing fad
the gnome celebrates a giant’s casual napping
fixes a tether end around the giant’s possibles
the other surrounds his own throat
and he leaps to their death
the giant’s breath an imposition
death, the only guarantee
in the end, shared equality

~XXIII. Unfamiliar Kisses~

It does, from a lover’s hand
come warm as greeting
a cup of tea, a caress,
no uncertain message of stranger
yet the better when considered
never expected, taken for granted
these are a tight knit weave
though cold in a parting breeze
as death has a bit of all things
we are huddled at times indifferent
as the world slides by unnoticed
first we are smothered by kisses
finally a slamming door of days

~XXIV. Visions of Mary~

Light, light; O, can you see
someone’s set a fire in the bottom of me
I know who you are beyond the healing of skin
nub knuckles smooth where fingers
if word be woman, woman on a chair
with a slash of teeth
coupled bits, a turned down lip
face for age to grace
a front row in a round room
she prays when she’s told to
eyes frantic in a closed face

~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Mississippi Blues~
~The Warrior Angelo~
~Howling Dog Press/Omega~
~Quodlibet (XVII-XX)~

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Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)

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author avatar Mike Powers
8th Apr 2011 (#)

Wonderful work. Thanks!

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author avatar WordWulf
8th Apr 2011 (#)

Thanks, Mike:-)

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author avatar rama devi nina
9th Apr 2011 (#)

You have such a unique style and often impacting, memorable phrases that could be aphorisms and stand alone lines, like;

What shade of arrogance is ignorance

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author avatar WordWulf
11th Apr 2011 (#)

Thank-you, rama. I like to stack 'em up:-)

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