I am the Great Man and Hidden Master.

John ‘The Nazarite Judge’

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Posted onSeptember 17, 2020byRoyal Rosamond Press

Over The Hill And Back

Last night, Don Kahle, who writes for the Register Guard, told me the Free Library was lost in the fire. I swear I smelled burning books. Gone are the smell of roses, gone with a wind that blew a fire through Blue River. What does blood smell like? What is in a name? A child pricks her finger on all that remain, thorns amongst the ashes, and so little human DNA that God sprinkled, there.

“Where art thou?” Was God first recorded question.

Here we are, Lord, in Finn Rock that should have been renamed Rosborough. Here we are amongst the pines and the cedar, the salmon and the trout that run in waters as blue as can be. My…