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Rusted Chain

By Stephen Haven Poetry

Sometimes the mind rises only into its own sky The day gone to wind and last night’s rain Our names skipping like flat rocks Across someone else’s hopscotch Where once you scratched your Xs and Os. Or was that tic-tac-toe, tally where no one Should ever win, though you can blunder Badly, losing in the…

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Stole

By Stephen Haven Poetry

In the moment my father died, we did not want to spend Another dollar for the twenty-four hours He would no longer be living In the Willow Haven full-care facility. We lobbied the nurses to credit the last moment He breathed among us. It was four-thirty am, April 26, 2007. Who in their right mind…

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Blood Blessing

By Stephen Haven Poetry

Forty times a day the journey of a lifetime Was the forty feet to the john Then falling into your chaise lounge, Spent sprinter, deep sea diver. Your oxygen line trailed after the weekends I drove down to sit a day or two: In the helmet of each breath, In your eighty-year-old bubble, We swung…

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Ars Poetica: Baptismal Story

By Stephen Haven Poetry

My father thought the Anglican liturgy pure poetry, once, Three hundred people chanting in the multi-colors of the chancel, Saying on cue We do! Though they might have answered Otherwise in their own living rooms, together They committed to many things, the dignity Of every human being, the baby lifted high above My father’s head,…

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