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Merry Christmas

To all my Christian family, friends, and loved ones, Merry Christmas. May you bring and be brought love, peace, fellowship, understanding, goodwill, charity, empathy and harmony – all things taught and practiced by Jesus and I, personally, can’t think of a better example of how to treat the world and each other than Jesus.

For my non-Christian family, friends, and loved ones, I wish for you love, peace, fellowship, understanding, goodwill, charity, empathy and harmony.

For my Humanist family, friends, and loved ones, I wish for you love, peace, fellowship,understanding,  goodwill, charity, empathy and harmony.

For my Atheist family, friends, and loved ones, I wish for you love, peace, fellowship, understanding, goodwill, charity, empathy and harmony.

So, you see, my wish for us is all the same. No matter what you believe is behind it, no matter what you feel motivates it, no matter if the wonder you feel is in the nature of God or the god of Nature, may you bring and be brought love, peace, fellowship, understanding, goodwill, charity, empathy and harmony this season and all the year through. Then we can make this world the heaven we know it can be.

Tikkun Olam. Go with-in. Go with-out. Go forth. And go have some fun.

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Skeleton Dance

Longhorns sound,
the dancers enter the stage.

I know them,
under the massive masks
and glorious dress,
but when they dance
they really are
Bull and Stag.

No longer people
they are horses,
spectral shades,
Power and Obsession.
The drums sound
and I close my eyes.

Through my tissue lids
flashbulbs become fireworks
become lightning flashes
before the thundering skins
and as the storm passes
I open my eyes to two dancers.

Soon they will be Monks again
with faces I recognize
and names I know
but now
They are two skeletons
and one is looking at me.

From The Phoenix and the Dragon: Poems of the Alchemical Transformation by Adam Byrn Tritt, Smithcraft Press, 2007,

 
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Posted by on October 28, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

After She Dies

Everything is a first
after she dies—

The first breath
after the last heartbeat,
the first step away,
the first glance back.
The first fall of night and
the first turning down of the covers.
The first sleepless night,
the first full moon to light the vacant bed.
The first sunlight of the first dawn.
The first vacant stare at a broad new day.

The first time in a grocery store.
The first meal cooked.
The first laugh and the first guilt.

The first time back to work,
the first time sick,
the first time a doctor asks,
“How are you holding up?”
The first lie when you’re tired
of telling the truth that you are sure
everyone is tired of hearing.
But they keep asking.

The first time that song plays,
the first time back to that restaurant.

The first day off,
the first vacation,
the first smile in someone’s direction,
the first time you share your bed.

The first month, first year,
the first time you fall asleep
before you say goodnight.

The first birthday, anniversary,
the first time you almost forget one.

The first time you do.

 
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Posted by on October 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Causeway

Causeway

(The first part from Middle English cauceweye, either from Latin calxcalcis (“limestone”), or alternatively from Latin calciāre (“to stamp with the heels, tread”), from calx (“heel”). The second corresponds to English way. Causeway:  A raised road upon which to walk, made of stone, over a body of water.)

As we walked the causeway
Over the river,
to the beach,
“Can we stop?
I want to look out over the water,
Listen,
Watch the moon rise above and below.”
Easy.
Of course. I wish everything people asked
Was that easy,
But most of the time what people ask
I just can’t give them.
Make me happy.
Hold me together.
Let me bruise you.
Fix me.
Sustain me.
Survive me.
Make my head stop hurting.

 
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Posted by on May 19, 2014 in Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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Power and Passion

Power and Passion

Prompted by the movie Blackfish and the very heartfelt question of a young lady.

And thank you, as always, to Craig Smith for the design. And thank you to Arlene Gorgone for the movie and G!G! for the inspiration.

Words and photograph by me. Photo taken at Castaway Point in Palm Bay, Florida, along the Indian River.

Please feel free to share, post, pass-along, borrow, steal, copy, paste and pilfer.

 
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Posted by on January 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Review – Yom Kippur as Manifest in an Approaching Dorsal Fin

A review of my latest book from an unexpected source.

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Disclaimer:  I received this book free from Smithcraft Press in exchange for an honest review.  I did not receive any form of compensation.

Growing up in a religiously open home, I learned about the basics of various holidays and religious practices.  I remember having a friend in Elementary school named Michael H.  He would try to explain the various holidays and what they meant.  Yom Kippur was one that was explained, but since we were both children, the explanation was extremely rudimentary.

For some reason, this had been one Jewish holy day that I never really learned too much about, even as an adult.  So when I found this book on NetGalley, I definitely wanted to read it.

Interestingly enough, this author lives in Florida as well.  Not that it really makes much difference, but it was just an interesting fact that I noticed.  Especially when he was talking about the…

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Posted by on September 12, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

Seafoam and Shadow

She dreamt in color
She dreamt in light
Of the moon on the wavecaps
And the impression her feet make
In sand and seafoam.

And I dream of those footprints
And the light that filled them
The foam that took their shape
The shadows that became them.

And walk the beach under full moon light
Looking back at my own footprints
Trying to forget I just left them.

Watching them fill with shadow and seafoam
And wash into the waves,
Into the sea
To be shined upon by moonlight.

Trying to forget I just left them.

I can do that.

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Something My Mother Taught Me

Something My Mother Taught Me.

I know this is not what she set out to teach me, but I am grateful for the lesson about life, even if it cost my mother her own.

 
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Posted by on July 7, 2013 in Culture, Family, Poster, Social, Uncategorized

 

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What a Twit

Follow me, please, on my new Twitter pagehttps://twitter.com/adamtritt, for info on all my books, events, reviews and give-aways. See you there!

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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When I held You

The moment I held you,
nested with your body,
wed thigh to thigh,
belly to back,
breath to your neck.
The moment I held you
The sigh, the sleep
my hand rising and falling
with each of your breaths,
you, my inspiration.
The moment I held you
when your body let go,
when your soul, let loose,
held to mine, soul to soul,
and I could no longer tell
whose soul belonged to who.
The moment I held you
when the distance disappeared,
when separation ceased,
when all became you and me
became we and naught else existed
but us and still you are all with which
I am filled.

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2013 in philosophy, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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