Upon Finding the flattened, Desiccated Corpse of a Frog
Under my Subaru
Flat Frog Floogie
The silent carport
A frog croaks under a tire
Then silence resumes
Pinched from Basho’s famous pond poem
Music: “Flat Foot Floogie,” 1938
Sunday, April 12, 2026
Upon Finding the flattened, Desiccated Corpse of a Frog Under my Subaru - poem
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
About the Book You Write - poem
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
About
the Book You Write
Introibo
ad altare Dei
A book is as an altar upon which
Our imperfect dreams are
transubstantiated
Through parallel orbital shifts where
we
Together realize eternity
Ad
Deum qui laetificat juvenetutem meam
A book is as a golden chalice of
words
Blessing with silent words our
sacrifice
Of self to eternal Truth and eternal
Art
Wherein we all work out a needful
part
Judica
Me
A book –
But
this one is yours, I believe
Monday, March 30, 2026
No Reichskirche Here - very short poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
No Reichskirche Here
Direct us to the Peace that must endure
-Hugh Lofting, Victory for the Slain, p. 60 in the Walmer Poetry edition
The god of the Secretary for War is his god -
We do not concern ourselves with either of them
The Book on Your Bedside Table - poem
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Book on Your Bedside Table
(not to mention the
cat at your feet)
When you went to bed last night
Before you switched off the light
And pillow-settled your sleepy head -
What were the last five words you read?
Wednesday, March 25, 2026
That Which was Mandatory is Now Forbidden - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the
Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
That
Which was Mandatory is Now Forbidden
Let no images
Be hung with
Caesar’s trophies
-Flavius in Julius Caesar I.i.73-74
Now hidden are the statues of
Cesar Chavez
His name, his fame, once
celebrated everywhere
Were furtively cleansed in the
dark of night
Lest any of his works live after
him
He is closeted now in the
basement of some museum
Playing poker with Abraham
Lincoln and Columbus
While Mother Theresa and Winston
Churchill
Exchange Shakespearean bon
mots
The famous of the past are
irrelevant, you see
Because
No one is as perfect as you and
me
(Takeaway –
from year to year I understand less and less)
If We Have to Evacuate Tonight - poem
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
If We Have to Evacuate Tonight
If we have to evacuate tonight
Take to the roads in fear of an enemy
Take to the shelter in fear of bombs
What book would you stuff into your jump-bag?
(Along with your Tylenol,
toothbrush, and cat)
The Oxford Book of English Verse for me -
Tho’ I would miss Mary Oliver and Pasternak
Hammarskjold, Li Bai, Cavafy, and Cohen
Akhmatova and vain Yevtushenko
(What book for you
among your socks and thoughts?)
But all of us with our own cultures’ poets
In some new land beyond faraway hills
We will plant our verse and grow bright daffodils
Scorn not the Haiku (As Wordsworth did not Say) - two amateurish haikus
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Scorn not the Haiku
Scorn not the Haiku
In simplicity - complex
Basho teaches us
We are Basho’s friends
Leaping into that old pond
The sound of laughter
Cf:
“The Old Pond,” Basho
“Scorn not the Sonnet,” Wordsworth
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