Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Eating
Biblically 4
Eat kosher meats, legumes, and
barley,
But not exoskeletals; they’re so
gnarly!
Thursday, May 21, 2026
Eating Biblically 4 - doggerel
Eating Biblically 3 - doggerel
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Eating
Biblically 3
Let’s give landeskirchenfuher
Hegseth a pass
After all
He eats with the jawbone of an
ass
Eating Biblically 2 - doggerel
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Eating
Biblically 2
In Exodus there’s not even a verb
About eating a Hebrew named Bitter
Herb
Eating Biblically - doggerel
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Eating Biblically
I’ve never felt that I was liable
To dine upon on a tasty bible
Where Words Matter More Than Noise - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Where Words Matter More than Noise
As a wise friend says
“The unacknowledged legislators of the world” 1
Do not assemble in chambers of marble and oak
With speakers’ maces, in ermine-collared robes
Their speeches taken down by The Guardian and The Times
But rather at corner tables at Kosher Sam’s 2
Café Zanzibar 3, The Stray Dog Café 4
With disposable pens, and in jeans and tees
Their speeches interrupted by each other
Ideas later sharpened into verse
And published in LogoSophia and Eliot’s HP 5
1 Shelley, “A Defence of Poetry”
2 San Diego
3 Nacogdoches (and can you spell “Nacogdoches?”)
4 St. Petersburg
5 LogoSophia and Hello, Poetry
Monday, May 18, 2026
Hello, You - poem
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Hello, You
Hello, You
You, who have
never written an idle line,
Give a second
sunrise to each merry morning
Or if a
morning is not permitted, a dusk
An hour of
your gentle peace to read
Hello, You
You, who chant
for us your litany of hope
We who are
blessed in your thoughts and words
In how you
shape chaos into hymns of love
And sing your
stories to the universe
Hello, You
You, who have
never written an idle line
Pray for all
of us, please, at your Heliconian shrine
Landing at Port aux Basques - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Landing at Port aux Basques
“He was faithful and daft to me”
-as Marc Antony did not say
We were approaching Newfoundland aboard the old Caribou
I climbed up on deck in the icy, clear dawn
A mysterious woman in a Burberry coat
Smoked cigarettes in the lee of a ventilator
(and ignored me)
In the cold I surveyed the brown and white coast
And reported back to Dan that there was snow ashore
“You’re daft,” he replied, “those are just little houses.”
But there was snow indeed on Port aux Basques
We rattled Dan’s CRV up Highway 1
(driving around a dead moose in the road)
On daft adventures all the way to Saint John’s
Dan is the only one who has ever called me daft; indeed, except in the movies I have never heard anyone else use the term.
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