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In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.

After I Believe

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After I Believe

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I don’t know how

     to live for you

I wish I did

I know

     the Spirit is supposed

To guide me,

Though what are

     the steps to take

And practices

     to follow

I don’t know or am

     out of practice

     (hah)

Or never knew and need

Companions

     also in the flesh

To help me

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C L Couch

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Photo taken from The Nue Co. marketing campaign.

Photo by Finn on Unsplash

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seven at a blow

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seven at a blow

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99,000

new cases here

on Friday

don’t know how it is

where you are

here we’re still denying

we want to go to bars

though barkeeps

are smart

and want to know

how safe

each patron is

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we want it to be over

so much so

some say

it never happened

it’s not happening

but for the family

the friends

we’ll never see again

this side,

what are we to say

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that

the multi-million deaths

from the same thing

was not

is not

it isn’t happening?

what kind of remembrance

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it’s nice

that we don’t want

to hear about it

and it’s cruel

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we could apologize

the COVID series doesn’t care

numbers on the news

numbers in my family

and yours

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I don’t know

where it started

I heard a bat

and I like bats

for all they consume that

I’d rather not have

around

in numbers

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China?

sure

made up maybe

in a lab,

who’s to know?

I don’t know

I’ll care later

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for now,

I want you to be safe

I want us all

to move on to health

then I’ll gladly buy

the next round

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oh, there is a story

about numbers

seven at a blow

to keep us

frosty

to keep us

skeptical

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and, hey,

I want you to be well

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c l couch

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Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash

Published on March 22, 2020

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Chaotica

(x = space)

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Chaotica

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Lord,

It’s a good day

For normal praying

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In churches everywhere

There will be choruses

That say it right

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But my prayer

Is cacophony,

Nothing regular

Or regularly rhythmed out

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I hope you will forgive that,

All the off-pitch, off-key

Murmuring,

Uneven humming through

The perfect angel-layering

Of formal prayers

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But I need you;

I need your company

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You could simply sit close by,

And maybe we’d say nothing

To each other

And somehow know

Eternity is hearing

Everything as it should

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Everything that’s needed

To respond just right

To an uneven,

Lopsided,

Person praying badly

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Out of place

In whatever place

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C L Couch

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Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash

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Why Sometimes There’s a ? Mark

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Why Sometimes There’s a ? Mark

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The ending of a movie

Doesn’t say

“The End” so

Much, which

Might be just as well

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Stories go on:

An event has an ending

However it might

Dwindle

Toward an emptiness of

Time and company

While the next thing is in

Motion

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Motion, motion—

Investment of potential,

Expenditure

Of energy,

Profit of contribution toward the

Turning of the Earth

And shall we say it,

Joy

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Yes, using

The “eternal delight”

Of Blake

Amid the envying of

All unmoving things that want

To be introduced

Into the

Calling rushing of the universe

And so it seems

Never the end

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C L Couch

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On Set

Photo by Avel Chuklanov on Unsplash

Portland, United States

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A Game of Go

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A Game of Go

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I should go

And now I must

Hello, Captain Spaulding,

And now

I must be going

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Where I do not know

(I think the

captain

meant to stay)

And I must balance

Coins upon a plate

Upon a stick

Held high

That somehow starts a kind

Of arch

Maybe an energetic

Ley line

That on the other side

Under the same sky

Is a place

To land

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With only a few more things

Broken

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C L Couch

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(English-teachery note)

Captain Spaulding is a character performed by Groucho Marx in the movie (first the play) Animal Crackers.

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A Korean couple playing Go in traditional dress. Photographed between 1910 and 1920.

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No One Asks for Silence

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No One Asks for Silence

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No one asks for science,

Really

The lack of noise would drive us

Where we’d never want

To go

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But no one wants barrages,

Either

Of war or words or walls

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Not being unflawed,

I cannot claim forever

Virtuosity

So now inside an unjust

Place, I have to

Assay justice for the now

Against the always

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Time and change

And I shall go away

And hope not to return

Because larger signs

Of decay

(naught to do with me)

Already settled in

Before the current woe,

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And I should have owned the signs

Enough to leave

A while ago

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C L Couch

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Photo by insung yoon on Unsplash

Seonyeon-ri, Okseo-myeon, Gunsan-si, Jeollabuk-do, South Korea x

Day 3

(x = space)

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Day 3

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Of an awful week

When everything still hurts

And crying underneath the skin

Wants out

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Being ganged up against

As electrons, anyway

What they’d say for real

We’ll never know

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Time for change

But how a change

When nearly everything

Is frozen

Like Merlin

Like Ophelia

What kind of life might

Come after

Shouldn’t be a mystery

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C L Couch

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ice on the fountain in my yard

Photo by erin mckenna on Unsplash

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Prescriptive Talk

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Prescriptive Talk

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The pain

It courses through me

I want to feel better

I want vindication

I want acceptance

In the world

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Mainly, though,

I want the pain to stop

And feel better in

That way

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C L Couch

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Spikes

Photo by Andrey Grinkevich on Unsplash

Meadowlark Botanical Gardens & Meadowlark’s Winter Walk of Lights, Vienna, United States

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Hot Mess

(x = space)

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Hot Mess

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A knifing pain

Guts through

This is not a study

The other one

Must be a saint

So this must be the demon

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Hooked on one’s own

Fallacies, who can

Judge the partial

And unknown?

Who should?

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God should

But we are here

On Earth

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C L Couch

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lit cooker gas ring

Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

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