Prom Night She'd worked a long time to earn enough money for the dress she wanted. Her softball team was behind her, and her teachers too, who saw that hard work and her bright eyed pride that very day of prom night. She didn't make it out of the neighborhood. It happened in front of some parents who knew her. Dead on the scene when the ambulance arrived, one of the cars crossed the lane. It was head on. The text messages went out just as the kids were arriving at prom. The counselor was called in. One kid just sat in the corner crying until he was taken home. Others went in. The decorations were beautiful 'cause Lindy did such a good job. The dresses were the best part: kids who looked like slobs all week looked like gods and goddesses that night, lords of springtime glory if only for one night. Most of them still had a good time, somehow, that night. One girl gave it all up to a guy she liked: a hard, stupid agent of her quick knowing, sudden adulthood, and breathless flight from death. She'll get married too young, too quick, got that child to care for. He'll cheat on her in about a year and they'll be one more divorce stat. In the meantime, a teacher comes straight home just to hug her children, and the most helpless of them all can do nothing but write yet another damn poem that makes sure we keep that bloody, gaping wound wide open. Wesson, MS 04 April 2017
Liber Abaci O! Could any great stone, mountainous though it is, resist that wry, gentle, know- ing look that pierces your dark surfaces with humor like prismatic sunlight dript through summer windowpanes in early morning: you want the light, but don't want to wake up. c 2017 Jim Rovira
2017 love is stronger than death faith is stronger than sin truth is stronger than lies hope is stronger than fear life is stronger than denial love is stronger than death and every thing that lives is holy.
Frendeles Elated, lucid rotund peaches heave their twin, soft, downy curves into the still loneliness of cold northern climes, of dark lands with a night that lasts all day. c Jim Rovira 2016 Colorado Springs
The Only Question …and that is when he came to me, the great sucking darkness, the formless one, not a place where anyone or anything is, but the place where everything is not (at least as far as he can help it). And that is when he said to me, “Do it.” He said only that at first: “Do it.” But then he said, “You know you want to.” And I hesitated to answer, because there is no point talking back to him: there is no reasoning with him. He is a void that does not give, a depth with no surface. But I could not help but wonder out loud, “So what?” …and that is when the light appeared. When he appeared, the other vanished as if he had never existed, because he didn’t. The light filled the room, the house, the universe, and it flowed through me as I bathed in it, and I knew that it was love. And the light said, “I want you to do it too.” I could not process that moment in which God and the devil agreed, where they both wanted me to do the same thing. I realized at that time that there was no question about what was to be done. The only question to be asked was, “Why was I doing it?” c 2016 James Rovira 09-10-16 MS | Image Credit