Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
An October Dusk
After Everything Has Happened
Pasture gate at dusk
The last of the hay is gone
Stars await autumn
Stars await autumn
October’s mown fields are sweet
Mist upon the grass
Mist upon the grass
My old dog paws at my jeans
Pasture gate at night
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Secret of Dolly Parton’s Angel Wings
Some people give children transitory things
But Dolly still gives to children books as wings
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Among Fog-Shrouded
Ruins
And here we are as on a darkling plain
-Matthew Arnold, “Dover Beach”
Wrapped in rags from The Creature Cantina
Their thin bare legs ending in chemical globs
They shuffled along with their hooded heads bowed
Deep-bent beneath Chaucerian pilgrims’ packs
Somewhat like roaming Jawas searching out scrap
But with deep-socketed eyes fixed on palantiri
Tiny Orwellian telescreens that guide
And guard them from the disturbance of thoughts
Sometimes Morlockian mechanical horns
Call them into pods of weakling Eloi
Obedient sacrifices rattling their chains
As the ogre-guarded dungeon they near
The lead Eloi approached in fear, his eyes all rheumy and
red -
“Ah! you’re here for the chess club,” a welcoming Morlock
said
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Poets Speak of American Elections
Democracy is based upon free selection
Not upon heredity or kin
But
The problem with an American election
Is that one of the candidates will win
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
What Kind of God Needs a Bullhorn?
If a street-corner god needs a
little man
Thrusting jackchickery into
reluctant hands
Frightening children on their way to
school
Bullhorn-bellowing at people and
playing the fool
Then that god is no god
And that man is no man
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
I Will Bake You a Mooncake for the Autumn Festival
(Actually, I'll buy it at your favourite bakery)
And I will divide it with a four-part secret message
Will it be...
Lady Moon
Are
My
You?
No? Or maybe...
My
Are
Lady Moon
You?
Nope. How about
My
Are
Lady Moon
You?
Oh, no! But now you can move the four pieces
Of your mooncake to read:
You
Are
My
Lady Moon!
Peace and happiness to you and all who are blessed in knowing you!
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Autumn Equinox and a Lawn Chair
Coffee on the lawn
Cool dawn wind, old man, old dog
A September song
