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      February 17, 2015CanticleDavid Radavich

      Somehow words
      are not enough.
       
      At least
      not ones I see.
       
      There’s a hollow
      thud against
       
      the world,
       
      not singing
      but a kind of pain.
       
      Maybe listen
      instead to birdsong,
       
      fly out
      as seed-robber
       
      and speak
      only the love
       
      that has no name,
      that cannot save.

      from #45 - Fall 2014

      David Radavich

      “An Episcopalian by denomination, I am eclectic in my beliefs, which inform not only my writing but my essence as a human, how I view and experience events in the world, even the way I take care of my body through meditation and yoga. The imagery in my work often incorporates subtle or not-so-subtle references to religious iconography, which even in our time retains its power and mystery, its ability to stir a deeper register of our lives. And at some level, all that is never far from politics.”

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