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PADRE MANUEL

Posted by Dr. D , 31 August 2010 · 23 views

He is a Jesuit and that means that he is better educated than most priests. Perhaps a bit more liberal as well. Even though he calls me his favorite heretic, I respect the scope of his knowledge and experience.

Padre Manuel comes to my house every Wednesday night to play chess unless if someone has died in the village and he is needed for the last rites...



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Conversations

Posted by Dr. D , 24 August 2010 · 51 views

“Bring me the little wood box from the dresser,” said Mischa from her bed. She had pulled the covers about her shoulders with the sight of frost staining the windows and now peered over the edge of the blanket. “It’s in the top right hand drawer.”
Norma brought the box and placed it on the edge of the bed without speaking.
“Tell me when...



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AS YOU LEFT IT

Posted by Dr. D , 23 August 2010 · 24 views

Two hairpins rest beside the bathroom basin.
A Sunday paper (two weeks old)
Still is on the sofa.
Papers you forgot to read
Await you exactly where you left them.
There is a strand of your hair. . . .
A new box of kleenex. . . .
Two plants. . . .
A collection of letters. . . .
And me.

It is all as you left it. . . .
Especially me.

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I DREAMED OF YOU

Posted by Dr. D , 23 August 2010 · 45 views

I have been lost in the Alps of night. . . .
The tenaments. . . .
Terraces of ancient timber. . . .
Supporting stone and mortar. . . .
Grotesquely fitted to the city below.
And it was there. . . .
I dreamed of you.

I have known hunger. . . .
Malaria, injury and fear. . . .
Huddled unashamed. . . .
In the cool slime of moonlit mud. . . .
Praying that death...



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I 'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT

Posted by Dr. D , 23 August 2010 · 19 views

They have processions in the streets of Hong Kong
Where the mourners dress in white
And make death a festive occasion. . . .
As it is ordained by their religion.
But I’ve always thought. . . .
That when alone in bed at night. . . .
The widow sins a tear or two.

In Bankok, a new infant
Is the source of much lamentation.
There is sorrow in the introduction...



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THE CHOSEN ONE

Posted by Dr. D , 23 August 2010 · 17 views

His haunches ached . . . .
From squatting so.
But he could not leave
The brightness of the magic blaze.
Had not the god of night
Grumbled across the heaves¬. . . .
Sending forth
The shaft of frenzied light
That burst into the flame before him?
Was he, then, not blessed
As the chosen one. . . .
To receive the flame of heaven
That warmed his flesh
And lit the...



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BOASTS

Posted by Dr. D , 23 August 2010 · 21 views

“Yessir,” I’ve heard myself say, in that tone of boastful arrogance . . . .
“I’ve seen it all, I have.
“Saw the Himalayas once from the window of an old DC-3.
“Now, that was a sight!
“Once you’ve seen that, it’s hard to appreciate the size of anything!”
(My God, how can I measure how I love you?”)

“Saw the lagoon at the Tongan Islands, too . . ....



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LOVE REVISITED

Posted by Dr. D , 23 August 2010 · 22 views

He returned to the house . . . .
Where once they loved.
Memory was more lasting than vision . . . .
So he didn’t notice
That sparrows had whitewashed the roof . . . .
A shutter had left its hinge . . . .
Intruder grasses had conquered the old path
Leading into the sylvan grove of oaks.
A vagrant wind toyed with tattered curtains
Shrouding a broken...



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La Casona

Posted by Dr. D , 22 August 2010 · 27 views

In April of 1593, the Marques de Aguayo came to our valley. A captain in the Spanish military, he was in charge of the entourage that had come with him from the distant port of Veracruz. The Camino Real (Royal Road) had already been completed and he moved north to investigate the rumors that in the midst of harsh deserts there was an oasis of incredible...



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MAGDALENA

Posted by Dr. D , 21 August 2010 · 69 views

It was in that time in the culture of Mexico that young girls were obedient to their fathers. That was taught in the home so that she would learn to later be obedient to her husband. Even today in many places a young man must seek the permission of his girlfriend's father to ask her to marry him. At times, if the father refuses, there is no marriage....



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