Monday, October 02, 2006


The students slowly pile into the chapel. Blacks sit to the right, whites up front, Hispanics scatter, and sleepers in the back. I sit alone in between them all.

The speaker raises his voice with each scripture: Matthew to Mark; John to Exodus; Revelation to Psalms. I thirst for something new. My eyes lower into Basho and Bukowski.

A few hands rise toward God, some rise simply toward the ceiling. My hands cup to catch the third sneeze. "Help me to get through this, God," I mumble to myself. Others look my way and nod their "bless you." I smile and reply, "I'll keep the cold, but this Gospel is too much for me to handle."

almost winter
the dog's chained neck
bent toward the bowl


Blogger polona said...

well done!

1:15 PM  
Blogger MMM said...

Dustin this is great.

8:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dustin, this is great. There's so much of you in this.
And thanks, I also read the new issue of Clouds peak. It looks good. thanks for including mine.

10:00 PM  
Blogger Tim S said...

Interesting read - fascinating combination of prose and haiku.

10:03 PM  
Blogger Richard Kay said...

enjoyed! i particularly like the many levels of meaning in the haiku.

4:19 AM  
Blogger Collin said...

Great writing. The haiku complements the prose very nicely. Well done Dustin!

5:22 AM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

A good text. A short story, and a poem. Stopped to eye your dog.

11:16 AM  

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