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An old museum…

Ancient icons

of a Goddess old

as the first sunrise.

A bronze likeness

of Bastet

is officially named after

the Mayor who

painted her green.

Her wedjat eye will meet

the glassy gaze of six million

voyeurs this year.

And the year after that.

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A dark night of the soul...

When shames buries you

deep in its linens,


when loneliness tastes

bitter as orange peel

left in a dark room,

when horror comes

banging at your door,

there I am.

When you’re awake

all night with fretful fits


of memory like presents

un-wrapped and re-made

offered to the tree

of wretchedness and woe,

there I am.

When the demons of

doubt claw your

hard-beaten chest of air,

when you show

your body no mercy,

When time eats herself whole,

There I am.

I have studied the devotion

of Sappho, of Cohen, of

extraordinary women branded

immoderate by swine,

and I know how cold it gets.

And I won’t leave you.

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