Category Archives: callings

And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)

Posted on January 24, 2008 by rick mobbs

And I in my heaven you in your hearse rainbows between us and mountains of earth. The faces of children and none of them, not even one of them cursed. . Hearts that had danced while the playing sticks knocked … Continue reading →

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Wasting time at the Takl Machine (for Fernandita Sosa)

Posted on January 18, 2008 by rick mobbs

(We try to make sense of things at the talk machine behind Burger King.) Wasting time at the takl machine my dollar card broke in two. I haven’t got a penny now, that’s why I’m calling you. The penny I … Continue reading →

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tapestry

Posted on January 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

Tapestry Oh, it is a quiet world for an old man used to the city, surrounded and jostled by the shields and bucklers of fundamentalism. I would rather that people bumped into me, murmuring an apology or not as they … Continue reading →

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a poem a day, even if an old one

Posted on January 8, 2008 by rick mobbs

Holderlin is a hard act to follow. I’ll put something light up here today. Something like… heron in sunshine sky wishing to rain grey marsh a kingdom he surveys i on my doorstep counting the ways everything matters everything fades … Continue reading →

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For Ian Gold – 2 by Holderlin

Posted on January 8, 2008 by rick mobbs

RIPENED THE FRUIT… Ripened the fruit, in fire cast, baked And tried on the earth, and it is the law That all go back into it, like snakes, Prophetic, dreaming on The hills of the heavens. And there is so … Continue reading →

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Rough Work (in memory of Ann Bunting-Mock)

Posted on January 7, 2008 by rick mobbs

Let me just sit and feel the morning change into her winter clothes again. Summer’s breath just passed across my hands, undulating like a line of pelicans above the dunes and hollows of my palms. I have become my age. … Continue reading →

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sizzle (in memory of Broadus Evans)

Posted on January 6, 2008 by rick mobbs

I wrote this upon the passing of my friend, Broadus Evans, from AIDS, just before the medicines that would have saved his life were introduced. He was a long-time activist in the African-American community in Wilmington, NC. He was an … Continue reading →

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Ann Bunting-Mock

Posted on January 4, 2008 by rick mobbs

AANN BUNTING-MOCK     Aann Bunting-Mock died January 3, 2008, from cancer. She was 57 years old. Aann leaves behind the loves of her life — her family members: Bruce, her beloved; all of her wonderful children — Logan Mock-Bunting, … Continue reading →

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