The Owl and the Judas

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1. Scape-Owl
Today, I saw an owl fly… well, flung
in the midst of heaven,
shock-eyed, wings wrenched back.
Fleeing or expelled from its branch,
wisdom’s icon burst into view,
glaring, tumbling, glaring, tumbling,
till it shuddered, crumpling on
the short grass.
Looking back up the owl’s descent
path, I beheld a vengeful god,
backed by her mother god agape.
I grinned.

judas-nbc-rock-opera2. Rock Opera Judas
Decades prior, in a similar way,
those who didn’t love a show
banned it. Said my mother,
“The brethren said, ‘This
musical is not of God.
Do not watch it.’”
The first time we watched it,
I grinned.
My chubby thighs apostatized,
moshing between the arm rests
of my chair. Onstage,
Judas lashed the heavens
with his rock falsetto,
singing, dancing my dubiety—
religion as a disco ball.
Yet audibly piercing
his thundering metal aria,
my mother sigh-laughed softly.

3. The Fidgety Elect
Sometimes…

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Two Kirtland Temple Sonnets

Though not about space exploration in the conventional sense, the two sonnets in the below post utilize light, wonder, and a desire to understand sacred spaces. My thanks to Wheat & Tares, a fantastically eclectic Mormon-themed blog, for giving these poems a home online.

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Today’s guest post is from Jake C. who has written two evocative poems about the Kirtland temple. Enjoy!
The Visitor
None others joined us, but perhaps some ghosts;
though I suspect they skipped your charming tour.
The temple men once raised, no longer pure
nor set apart, had lost both Lord and hosts.
Just you and I attended pillars, posts,
and renovated pews. Could such allure?
The paint was fresh but the spirit stale. Be sure,
your dress and earrings offered richer boasts.
Nevertheless, with solemn silent care,
you led my dry eyes to a well of light
to drink from brazen poolsdistilling sun glints.
And from my mind this Pentecostal glare
cleansed an old treasure-seeking question: might
our traipsing God have left some gold-leafed footprints?
The Tour Guide
Image result for kirtland templeTo me the prophet fanboys seem burlesque,
but I admit them all. I hold the keys
and…

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Launch into “A Christmas Carol”

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“Marley’s ghost appearing to Scrooge” by S. J. Woolf, from the New York Public Library’s Digital Collection.

This holiday season I am geeking out to film adaptations of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. Actually quite a cosmic tale, and I do recommend reading the original. I invite you to stop over to my other blog and read the stanzas I’m composing for each version I watch.