Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Lunch Poems and an
Olivetti
oz.Typewriter: Poet Frank O'Hara and
the Olivetti Lettera 22 Portable Typewriter
When Frank O’Hara poemed on an Olivetti
At a typewriter shop on Fifth Avenue
He pulled out a sheet of paper which did not read
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Worker
threw exception
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Lunch Poems and a Subaru
“The world is full of people who want to tell you how to live…”
-attributed to Gus in Lonesome Dove
When I picked up a copy of Lunch Poems
I didn’t know I was required to be gay
And when I bought a fine new Subaru
I didn’t know I was required to be
a feminist lesbian professor with big round glasses and short grey hair
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The World’s
Tallest Wooden Skyscraper
Anybody got
A match?
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
After the Drought: Living Water
Sweet rain greens the grass
Like baptism or mikvah
Making the world new
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Today Lake America, Tomorrow the World!
The USS Trump has departed the Straits of America
And is sailing across the South Trump America Sea
Enroute to ThaiTrumpland, His fifty-fifth state
For a Trumptorious port call at Trumpkok
From thence across the Trump America Ocean
The bigliest Trump ship the world has ever seen
Helmed by General Admiral Trump, Our Trump
Who declares victory over loser Canada
And awards each sailor and Marine
The Golden Order of the Reflecting Pool
Good for discounts at the catering truck
Thank you for your attention to this matter
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
I Hadn’t Realized How Young We Are
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
-Mary Oliver,
"Sometimes"
I hadn’t
realized how young we are
As through
this field we stroll, your hand in mine
But love
has seen us safely through this far
With hearts
in time with each other, with eyes that shine
We were
young once, and how wonderful to be
Still
young in the promises we made
And in our
long togetherness thus free
To love as
one in this moonlit summer glade
As through
this field we stroll, beneath the evening star
I realize
how wonderfully young we are
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
“Just One More
Thing…”
For Peter Falk
Of Happy Memory
A well-chewed cigar
A seven-years’ rumpled coat
A fine-tailored heart
