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Vol. 10, No. 3 Contents

Expostulation from Devotion XVII. Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris.  by JOHN DONNE

13 October 2010
poetry, classic, prose poem

My God, my God, is this one of thy ways of drawing light out of darkness, to make him for whom this bell tolls, now in this dimness of his sight, to become a superintendent, an overseer, a bishop, to as many as hear his voice in this bell, and to give us a confirmation in this action?

Meditation from Devotion XVII. Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris.  by JOHN DONNE

11 October 2010
poetry, classic, prose poem

Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.

Prayer from Devotion XVII. Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris.  by JOHN DONNE

15 October 2010
poetry, classic, prose poem

As death is the wages of sin it is due to me; as death is the end of sickness it belongs to me; and though so disobedient a servant as I may be afraid to die, yet to so merciful a master as thou I cannot be afraid to come; and therefore into thy hands, O my God, I commend my spirit…

Ravens at Tamalpais  by GREGORY DONOVAN

2 September 2010
poetry

Bald white trunk & dead black bark, toc-toc. Small shrugs

in long black coats, their stripped pine whipping at the skyline…


swiftly unveiled, in twos and threes, ravens and the ideas

of ravens drip down onto the air, black silk scarves


pulling each other through the silk blue sleeves

in a wintry sky & out into the mind's eye to stall and dip…

Sleepwalker in the Medicine Wheel  by GREGORY DONOVAN

5 September 2010
poetry

The spine snapped in two.

Showers of sparks—burning snowflakes—then out.

His rib-punctured lung…       Stop it.


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