GathHighlights

Where I ended. Where someone points. I just proceed. Seduction by David Shumate Narrated by Eugene Marckx I didn't shoo off the two women evangelists who rang my doorbell.Instead, I invited them in to explain the workings of heaven whileI cooked barley and bean soup. I asked one to mince the onions.The other to slice…

What shatters my image? How do I undo the crack? What Image do I project? The Second Coming Narrated by Eugene Marckx Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence…

Where did my song come from? Who do I sing it to? Do I have the faith to sing? A Song of Silence It was long ago but that silence comes back like a soft-whistled lullaby with clean air floating in after and I could just give myself over to dreams – and see things…

Why did I come here? What am I supposed to be doing? Is anyone here with me? Song of the Lover                         I He saved her from the sea and was almost drowned to bring her in risking all to spare her but there beside him on the shore she failed no matter how he…

Do I live my own life? The vision for my life is… The reality of my life is… Jacob and Joseph of Krakow A tale by Eugene Marckx In the night Jacob was startled awake by a dream voice. It called him to leave his dying wife and go west from the town of Krakow…

Where do I seek it?I found it unexpectedly when I …It wasn’t where I thought it was. The Hunchback a tale by Eugene Marckx In those ancient times the Mountain king, the River king, and the Valley king considered themselves brothers in the lineage of the Moon-Goddess. So, at last when the Valley king died,…

Who me?Why would I want to?What I’d like to change is …             by Richard Hugo (1923-1982) SECOND CHANCES by Richard Hugo (1923-1982) I can’t let it go, the picture I keep of myself in ruin, living alone, some wretched town where friendship is based on just being around. And I drink there a lot,…

Questions for Myself Do I love my father?How did my father wound me?How did my father change my parenting? Fathers and Sons By Eugene Marckx Dale lived alone with his mother, except on nights when the banker’s top hat was hanging on her bedroom door, or the senator’s homburg, or the general’s roughrider hat. Dale…

Was it mothering or smothering?How was it to be mothered for me?Was I mothered by my father? Nestor By Eugene Marckx A featherbrained idler – what your grandfather said of him, and farmers hereabouts who should’ve known better, long after Nestor took to the road. Then he was forgotten, but the forgetting couldn’t quite fill…

Can I look at my scars?Did my wounds heal and scars?How do I benefit from my scars? Old Soldier He walks between his metal shop and his greenhousefingernails broken at the edgeswrists coloring rust into the dirtfeet spread apart the old grunt way‒ a habit not broken off frommortars dropping In the metal shop sparks…