from VESTMENTS
cords which bind
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When all the closets smelled like incense from Mt. Athos, I exalted in hide-and-go-seek. Hours when we didn't eat endued the dried fruit and salted nuts with intoxicating qualities. I was clothed in black-watch plaid and saddle shoes. Set amidst holy water, rocks from Jerusalem, prayer ropes, were sometimes photographs. The hit-and-miss translations that adorned my early chanting are with me still. |
the arms reaching |
When what pours involves evergreen bows and hagios in triplicate, it is best to wear warm clothes. Afterwards, I ran dizzy, at the hour when the angle of the sun makes light feet. |
greater freedom |
Cement girds the relocated beams saved from ashes by semi-trucks and boldness. The earth removed in support makes a small duck-pond. |
bonds of
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In the days when I glorified in blackberry scratches and blueberry forts, there was always something to drop. It rarely snowed, but the grass was sometimes crunchy with frost, and there were iced-over puddles to shatter. I crushed red bricks, intending to make paint with the dust. Home-made play-dough is saltier. I also molded small figurines out of wax, warmed between my palms while they told the story. Given the background, it is not surprising that various transformations were required. I learned most of it when we were invited over for dinner and he answered questions. |
Phelonion
recalls the purple
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If he was clothed in a black robe, I was probably clothed in sweat pants and gum boots. One Easter, I shouted myself so hoarse that I could only whisper in school the next day. |