]> http://nonpop.com/taxonomy/term/14/0 en http://nonpop.com/richard_craven/31 <p>&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>“Oh Father, how long must we wait?”<o:p /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>The abbot had been on his knees for over an hour, and he could no longer feel his feet. The cold stone was now warm, and he felt the temple floor had blended with his flesh and they were one.<o:p /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>“Have our prayers fallen on deaf ears? I know that to you Father, man’s years are but blinks to your fathomless ages. You have spread out the world on the tip of your finger, but have you grown blind to our tribulation? We are weary and our holy torch is growing cold, the flames are diminishing with each passing season. Our land is changing its shape, and new orders are sprouting up like weeds. Do you not care that your followers are dying off?”<o:p /></span></p> Fiction Richard Craven Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:10:33 -0600 http://nonpop.com/richard_craven/30 <br />cool, wet, black bough<br />shrieking in the winter wind<br />the window waits<br />chilled, frosty, like a beer<br /><br />peeping through, three eyes anew<br />infant plans have yet to hatch<br />if there's blood upon the shell<br />let it seep through, renew<br /><br />hibernating, vitalizing<br />not vibrating, not disguising<br />sitting still for all to see<br />the peeping eyes: one, two, three<br /><br />and there they sit in reverie<br />trying to fathom what they see<br />the banshee screaming like a tree<br />delivered them, so lovingly<br /> <p>&nbsp;</p> Richard Craven Poetry Sat, 03 Feb 2007 15:00:39 -0600