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Christopher Stephen Soden
Once I could never fathom living
in the city. Without simple trust, without
shelter of common harmony. There is
something about the luster of the Golden
West. No shade, never quiet enough
to encourage listening. Just the clamor
of a cynical chorus, disguising rage
as contentment, dishing out comfort
with scoop and platter, smiling.
Is it possible to weave authentic
existence? To clasp hands and embrace
the Father of all fathers? To receive
the Sacred Mother? I frantically search for
bliss in the here and now, but cannot
frame it. I cannot pretend I am thankful
for my stanchion. I serve and bend
my sorry neck in splash and chaos
of the shower, crafting an aria
to the tender endlessness of nothing
and nothing and more nothing still.
Come join my ridiculous singing.
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Christopher Stephen Soden writes poetry, plays, literary, film and theatre critique for sharpcritic.com, EdgeDallas, and John Garcia’s The Column. Christopher’s poetry collection, Closer, was released by Rebel Satori Press in 2011. Other honors include: Distinguished Poets of Dallas, Poetry Society of America’s Poetry in Motion Series, Founding Member, President, and President Emeritus of The Dallas Poets Community. His work has appeared in Rattle, G & L Review, and others.