Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you, one of the soul's lethal raptors, well aware of your nature. As in the days of Tobias, when one of you, obscuring his radiance, stood at the simple threshold, appearing ordinary rather than appalling while the curious youth peered through the window. ('Rilke's Second Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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I find your love unappealing
(no, make that appalling)
because you prefer kissing
then stalling.
('First Base Freeze' by Michael R. Burch)
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I'm back from my voyage to the Appalachian Mountains. My last stop was near a little town called Martin. This valley is called a"holler," and being there was a real heartbreaker. Myself and a few other Veterans were volunteering for a great company called The Christian Appalachian Project.
There is so much more I would like to share with you, but remembering those families and children who live in complete poverty brings tears to my eyes. I am posting a poem about my service there.
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