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Proposition
Richard Mather Under the aerosolised sun, Through a delicate mist, A plastic bag hangs limp from an ancient branch. A proposition shows...
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Shaddai
By Richard Mather A plant grows from the Nile, the שׁ, primordial cause, rooted in the water, breathing in the air, the commencement of...
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Tool-Use
By Richard Mather If the hammer is a symbol of the power of the hand, the hand is the product of the need for a hammer.
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Complaint
By Richard Mather Every time I come over my original sin quickens in the veins. My heart tells me I am guilty for not doing more to...
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Buried beneath the Newsprint
By Richard Mather It was only when Snake Emerged from a black hole Between Mecca & Medina That God saw the problem. Speaking from the...
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Thomas
By Richard Mather I doubt, therefore I am because to doubt is to think I doubt: there is some thing that thinks. I am that something,...
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Discourse in the Garden
By Richard Mather An olive grove. Night. The sound of approaching footsteps. SOCRATES: ‘Swounds! A dark day for strong flowers and cool...
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God Is Not / Some Detached Thing
By Richard Mather God is not some detached thing, but rather participation- in-the-evolving-world. God is non- determining,...
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Textwork
By Richard Mather Substance is real, A textwork of infinity Expanding. Endless multiplicity, Uncountable As a whole. Turn it over. See...
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Uncommitted
By Richard Mather You can hardly say that I abide by the rules of political commitment or that I affect the diction of the dispossessed....
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Down Stairs, Out There
By Richard Mather Down stairs, out there, street-level salesmen finger doorknobs, suck pens Spiralling down the stairs the hallway the...
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Beneath the Hollow Rock
By Richard Mather It is dark. And cold. Now I shiver. But I am calm. And now it has begun. Despite the waiting. I am past caring. It is...
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Abraxas
By Richard Mather From the mouth of Abraxas A spectral force carries Aloud the magical words Ab, abba, ben, ruach, Abracadabra the...
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The Sleepers and the Dreams
By Richard Mather Dreams like girls in private rooms beckon from windows the souls of sleepers who move shadelike through night’s dark...
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Spandrels
By Richard Mather I woke up to find that they’d really put the man in salamander If god wishes for a salhumander, Then he will produce...
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French Horns, the Length of METAPHORS
By Richard Mather French horns, the length of METAPHORS, playing in the dark And I am still thinking We ask her what she thinks as she...
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Being Flat: Apartment 1a
By Richard Mather Refrigerator, baby, shoelace, moth, quarks, ceiling, “background,” sink, magazine, sieve, “environment,” pencil,...
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Artful
By Richard Mather Agaze, the artist is beset by eros Of no vulgar kind. Crossing the chorismos, He takes his tools, kneads and forms And...
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Garden of Chemical Scum
By Richard Mather Alien eyes fix on the bricks and bottles, on crisp packets, used condoms, dirty knickers, chewed chicken bones and cold...
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Goodbye, Again
By Richard Mather Inside the hospital walls is where the old man waits, sits, spends his time in lifeless anticipation. His wife, an...
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