Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Everyone Has a Dream
He wants
his head set atop Mount Rushmore1
I think
that’s a fine idea
1 Six Grandfathers Mountain
Wednesday, July 29, 2026
Everyone Has a Dream - not really a poem
The Gospel According to the Ladies' Altar Society - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Gospel According to the Ladies’ Altar Society
The announcement for and the exposition of
The Ladies’ Altar Society Craft Fair and Sale
Should not last longer than the homily
A Full Moon at Goodwill - rhyming couplet
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Full Moon at Goodwill
As I was
giving the housewares a pass
A fat man
dropped his shorts to scratch his ***
A Dignified Transfer - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Dignified Transfer
Shocky and stunned, ears ringing in the sudden silence
Trembly hands scooping up meaty body parts
Meaty body parts, sticky blood, greedy flies
All into a baggy, a zippered body bag
A dignified transfer
A curvy fragment of skull, some kid’s curly hair
Is that…? yes…he was so funny…don’t think about it
The living already dusted off, the dead remain
Can we get them out tonight? I dunno, man
A dignified transfer
The president will execute his practiced salute
In a dignified transfer
after the 18th hole
Shimmering Summer Sun - a poor attempt at haiku
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Shimmering Summer Sun
Tired earth
gasps for breath
Beneath this
mid-summer sun
Bees buzz
for a breeze
Hands without a Watch - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Hands without a Watch
Thanks to Mike Hauser for his idea about a watch without hands
Hands without a watch have nowhere to point
They are neither formless nor void, but still
But they cannot describe an orbit of time
Nor convey structure to a seeker of order
Hands without a watch have nowhere to go
Unloved they float without meaning or being
In desolate freedom without meaning or being
In emptiness without meaning or being
Hands without a watch cannot frame the ordinals
Or quantify the hours in ordered cardinals
Sunday, July 26, 2026
An Existential Bus Ride on the Periphery of Heaven - poem
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
An Existential Bus Ride on the Periphery of Heaven
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious bus ticket?
-As Mary Oliver did not say in “The
Summer Day”
Is
this the right bus? Where are you going?
I
boarded the bus outside Balboa Park
With
Tolkien and Lewis smoking their pipes
Missed
a stop along University Boulevard
Because
I was listening to Pasternak
Got
off the bus at Horton Plaza (there was no Hoo)
Because
McKuen wanted to roam the rainy streets
Boarded
again a few hours later, but
Spenser
refused to sit next to a Catholic
I
told him I really enjoyed The Faerie Queene anyway
He
thanked me and autographed my death sentence
McMurtry
said, “This ain’t Texas, you know;
You
can’t even see Texas from the back of the bus”
Frankl
replied, “But there is meaning in a bus”
De
Chardin suggested that all bus-ness is coming together
Yevtushenko
declared that the bus was all about him
Eliot
thought there might not be a bus at all
My
ticket ran out at Mission Beach, and so did I
Outside
a bikini shop where the loungers ask
Not
about the meaning of life, but rather
“Spare
change? Spare change?”
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