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ART by Zizi

Art

ART I shall take it apart, For I have missed the measure of it. I shall take it apart. For having made, I’ll make again unnumbered times; Until in fit and finish, No less than in design, I find it right. Paul Lloret, October 10, 1992 Zizi’s ART: Each of Granpa’s guitars have their own […]

Rae's DAY THIRTY-FOUR

Day Thirty-Four

DAY THIRTY-FOUR Day thirty-four is passing, And still my son lies silent on the bed. Drugged sleep contains him, Keeps him from the talk of men. Two battles rage when death knocks at his door: One fought with tubes and pumps and cat-scans and the like. The second fought with words oft spoken mixed with […]

Zizi's GLASSMAN

Glassman

GLASSMAN He says it is not magic, All the colors and the leaves and petals Shrunk and hardened into glass. He says its just technology – Technique and skill and other things He learned along the way. But I am not sure. I’ve watched them many times, The ones that work with flame and glass. […]

Zizi's FIFTEEN YEARS

Fifteen Years

FIFTEEN YEARS It started with a box I was to make. I closed my eyes and saw it, And later on my hands recalled the vision in my head. Whatever they have asked for, I have made. I close my eyes and see it, And after that my hands recall the vision in my head. […]

Zizi's IN WORDS WE LEARNED AS CHILDREN

In Words We Learned as Children

IN WORDS WE LEARNED AS CHILDREN When first he came, we thought him such As many who had come; Our fathers told of men who came with weapons, Men who walked throughout our land. And now men pass in birds That grind and clatter in the sky, But he has stayed. At first it was […]

Zizi's MISSIONARY

Missionary

MISSIONARY Within this town A thousand people move. I am unknown to them, right now, Who move within this town; But will collide Or steer a course to harmonize Within their passing tracks. How many men has God laid out To glide towards my movements In this corner of the world? How many will be […]

Zizi's PALM SUNDAY

Palm Sunday

PALM SUNDAY: THE KING CAME THROUGH The King came through that day, Without as crown, without a chariot; Yet still they cried “Hosannah!” The King came through that day, To clean the Temple, Heal the sick and lame; And for this work the leaders plotted death. Paul Lloret, February 3, 2012 Zizi’s PALM SUNDAY: I […]

Zizi's SAPLINGS AND TREES

Saplings and Trees

SAPLINGS AND TREES I want the Saplings, not the Trees! New Saplings, bearing glorious Gifts Spread by the Promised One who comes From Father, and from Father’s Son. I do not want “maturing trees”; Not Rome’s, Geneva’s – any ones grown up Through time; they are diseased. Some flickering Life they do preserve, Stretched thin […]

Rae's POETRY

Poetry

POETRY I wish that words would come; That I could write without the fight To tie them to the paper. I trail the hazy, half formed thoughts Which are beyond my fingertips, Unfocused by my eyes. I plot to catch them unawares; To spew them fast as mind and pen Can touch them to the […]

Shirts

SHIRTS We lost our shirts in Nicaragua. We came back with seven barrels, Three footlockers, and a ‘67 Van. Few understood why we came back, And we grew tired of stories unbelieved That told how we were changed. Time passed, and in the plant one day A foreman stopped. He must have glimpsed some portion […]