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Death Row

Posted by Helen Howell on May 19, 2010

Not many are sitting on Death Row for draining the life force of soul because invisible crimes today, always, are simply swept under the mat. The mat has bumps here, there, everywhere, but we walk as if nothing exists until sleep overcomes the day and soul has a chance to pray. Maybe it prays for [...]

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Field of consciousness

Posted by Helen Howell on May 16, 2010

And so the saving grace for some is pretending there is love because in the manner of pretence all things are possible. I can pretend I am a warrior with swords and fighting “things” and do battle with opponents that never can be seen ~ or I can be a worker in fields of consciousness [...]

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In the grip

Posted by Helen Howell on May 13, 2010

Here amidst the certainty of life’s amazing grace there lives a species known as man and that species known for fickleness sways like leaves on trees in the breeze of inconsistency. Seemingly unable to grab and hold the wind and remain as meant to be that species known as man contorts the mind, dismisses heart, [...]

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Denial

Posted by Helen Howell on April 24, 2010

Drum rolls play upon the mind and this is not a sheer disgrace for one who moves according to the rhythms of denial. Denial is fast and circles one within the sphere of catchy beats that tap the feet, hands, fingers, mind, deep into thinking this is right. But soon and sooner than is thought [...]

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An ordinary thing

Posted by Helen Howell on April 23, 2010

It’s just an ordinary thing but no standard weight and measure to fit within the cabinet of a lifetime’s memories. It doesn’t have a brand name according to my history or a pseudonym to indicate its not how it appears and, in fact, it’s simply blank like a page before a poet has begun the [...]

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Sand is sand

Posted by Helen Howell on April 19, 2010

The clouds hang low o’er shifting sand that finds the will within the feel to move from here to there but sand is such it seems to be content to shuffle slowly so that progress ne’er is seen. What difference grains of more or less; it looks the same and no one tests the depths [...]

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Tears

Posted by Helen Howell on April 16, 2010

When the tears have been dried and the towels been thrown into the depths of history they sit in the heat of no relief because once they’re in there and nobody cares they’re like all criminals jailed. And towels aren’t dainty strips of silk that tear at the slightest touch or delicate fabrics that shrink [...]

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Martyr

Posted by Helen Howell on April 13, 2010

When the heart’s in slow motion and toes, fingers, numb life and love come under spotlights and so for a time I’m a martyr to heat in suffering of intense betrayal. But I know there’s a see-saw somewhere close by and my time at the bottom a transitory phase and yet, and yet, martyrs can’t [...]

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First moment of a day

Posted by Helen Howell on April 11, 2010

It’s just a snatch and grab of sleep these days when life abrasive, harsh, that brings a sense of settled peace with the moment of first wakefulness. That moment sometimes long and deep intrudes upon the loneliness and wanders through the forests, glens, like one who knows the way. At other times a child at [...]

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Rooted

Posted by Helen Howell on April 8, 2010

So from the prison of denial the monster, love, escaped and sat beneath a lonesome tree in plot of plan of future moves. This took a time, the longest time, by standards set and known by those who walked the trail and laid down signs and symbols. Perhaps they blew away or sunk into the [...]

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