Sunday, April 30, 2017

Emmaus isn't on the Map - poem

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/Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Emmaus isn’t on the Map The road from Emmaus is not in the book Emmaus isn’t even on the map Still...
Saturday, April 29, 2017

Prisoners in Our Own Cells - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Prisoners in Our Own Cells Sometimes we are prisoners in our own cells Obsessed with approval from T...
Friday, April 28, 2017

Mr. Hall Proposes a Toast - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Mr. Hall Proposes a Toast Ladies and gentlemen, I propose a toast: What will you have – wheat? White...
Thursday, April 27, 2017

The Impatience of the Nineteenth Century - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Impatience of the Nineteenth Century The impatience of the nineteenth century Left us the genoci...
Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Archaeology of the Weekly Trash Pickup - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Archaeology of the Weekly Trash Pickup Q-tips that know too much about your ears A banana peel t...
Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Instructions from the Colonial Office - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Instructions from the Colonial Office (Poetry is Everywhere) Adjuncts if you teach online or off-...
Monday, April 24, 2017

Counting Dachshunds - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Counting Dachshunds Some people go to sleep by counting sheep But I instead must count two dachshund...
Sunday, April 23, 2017

"Oh, Look, the Humans have Returned" - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com “Oh, Look, the Humans have Returned” In spring our little hummingbirds return And geese begin to vee...
Saturday, April 22, 2017

Coffee and Dead Alligators to Go - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Coffee and Dead Alligators to Go The Flying J, Orange, Texas Dinosaurs are said to be gasoline B...
Friday, April 21, 2017

Poets Without Boudoirs - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Poets Without Boudoirs Je suis occupy #hashtag support us Resistance transcultural support us Comm...
Thursday, April 20, 2017

A Man Talking with an Empty Table at McDonald's - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com A Man Talking with an Empty Table at McDonald’s Forty-cent old-people coffee – love it You’re not su...
Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Searching for a Lost Jungle in the City - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Searching for a Lost Jungle in the City The city is mysterious, a grid Of paths, most of them laid w...
Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Funny Hat Day in Pyongyang and Berkeley - column, 16 April 2017

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Mack Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Funny Hat Day in Pyongyang and Berkeley Is every day in North Korea a Funny Hat Day? Same for Berkeley ...

The Social MePhone Justice Commandos of Toxic Doom - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Social MePhone Justice Commandos of Toxic Doom In the unending quest for social justice Schoolro...
Monday, April 17, 2017

The Apocalyptic Battle of the Dumpster of Our People Before the Gates of Kaplan College, Berkeley, Holy Saturday 2017

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com They Shall Not Pass the Dumpster! The Apocalyptic Battle of the Dumpster of Our People Before the...
Sunday, April 16, 2017

"Chocolate Eggs and Jesus Risen" - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com “Chocolate Eggs and Jesus Risen” “I have been told of a very small boy who was heard murmuring to h...
Saturday, April 15, 2017

Christos Voskrese! - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Christos Voskrese! For Tod The world is unusually quiet this dawn With fading stars withdrawing ...

Easter Vigil, Sort Of

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Easter Vigil, Sort Of A vigil, no, simply quiet reflection Minutes before midnight, with all asleep ...
Friday, April 14, 2017

Good Friday - A Night of Fallen Nothingness - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Good Friday - A Night of Fallen Nothingness The Altar stripped, the candles dark, the Cross Conceale...
Thursday, April 13, 2017

Maundy Thursday - Mass of the Last Supper - poem

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Maundy Thursday – Mass of the Last Supper “Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang” -Shakespeare The air is thurified –...