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March 16-22: Sam Silva and Tim Gavin

Sam Silva and Tim Gavin

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Sam Silva
samsilva1954@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

Sam Silva is an extensively published poet who lives in Fayetteville, N.C. USA.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Sam Silva and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Wafer Thin Sacramentals

Worries sap the stomach
and the mind, bleed
the cells of nourishment
from that organic God
who lives out in our yard
and keeps our freedom. He

is dying also…He or She…they are
weathered by the sheer exhaust
of every winter car
on every winter street…in thought and deed
inspiring the artist and the bard
to likewise snore and wheeze

…a chilling wind
where once there was
a gentle breeze…


Tim Gavin
TGavin@episcopalacademy.org

Bio (auto)

Tim Gavin is an Episcopal priest serving as chaplain for The Episcopal Academy located in Newtown Square, Pennsylvania. He oversees their school’s partnership with St. Marc’s School in the Central Plateau of Haiti and is charged with building a new school for St. Marc’s. His poetry has appeared in many journals including The Anglican Theological Review, Black Water Review, Black Moon, Black Bear Review, Chiron Review, Endless Mountain Review, Pig Iron, South Dakota Review, Poet Lore, Negative Capbility, Wind, Yarrow and most recently About Place Journal. He lives in Havertown, Pennsylvania with his wife and two sons.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Tim Gavin and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Ask And

Your northern cousin – the titan of commerce –
Gave you snakes when you requested fish
and scorpions when you begged for eggs.
Persistence was repaid with insolence
And still your rivers crack dry
And your children thirst
And your mothers mourn
And your fathers labor
And your ancestors stir
In graves that have never been sealed
Like scrolls tasting of honey
And still embitter the stomach.
Too much promise of gold
Leaves empty hands upturned
To a god who seems amused
With the poor and indebted to the rich.

 

 

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