Category Archives: Poetry

Names

  “What can I call you?” I ask. “Call me whatever you like,” she says. “Can I call you Eye of the Universe?” I ask. She smiles. “Sure.” “Can I call you Great Spirit?” I ask. She grins. “Why not?” … Continue reading

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Do not worry about what they say

  Do not worry about what they say for I am the sea current hidden and powerful and deep readying to sweep you away; they are a shallow pond easily heated, easily cooled and they can take you nowhere   … Continue reading

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Accommodations

  I say, “I don’t trust you,” and God says, “No problem.” I say, “I will not call you by any name,” and God says, “Fine by me.” I say, “I will not contort myself or deny myself or lie … Continue reading

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Carve me out, O Lord

  Carve me out, O Lord whittle away what does not belong until I am nothing but a curved dome of sky     © Meisaan Chan

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A man once spoke to the earth

  A man once spoke to the earth to the sky and moon and stars Birds perched in his hand, they said; he knew the language of fish found Jesus in rocks and worms and for this we made him … Continue reading

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The landscape forms the mind, if we let it

  The landscape forms the mind, if we let it: if we enter into the ever-changing waters luminous, holy mountains jut-out daring cliffs or the shyness of a grain of sand    © Meisaan Chan

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How close you come to me

  How close you come to me, like the whisper of a bird’s wings caressing my face, flitting, then gone with only my tingling soul serving as remembrance       © Meisaan Chan    

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Spirit cleansing

  She washes over the earth swabbing wounds soothing fevers making broken hearts whole; it’s a soft washing, a bathing of the sick and all the while she hums, rinsing her cloth again and again and again     © … Continue reading

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What am I but a barnacle clinging

  What am I but a barnacle clinging to the hull of the great ship as it steers across eternal seas       © Meisaan Chan

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I have a right to be heard, shouts the soul

  I have a right to be heard, shouts the soul – those were its words when I finally  unlocked the door       © Meisaan Chan

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