Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Final Outpost

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

The Final Outpost To hear the author reciting her poem, accompanied by Wayne Thiel on guitar, click here (visual effects also by Wayne) Have I arrived, arrived again at sojourn’s final outpost in pastures verdant, fruitful and forlorn? Am I alone … Continue reading →

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Runes

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Runes I went a ship a-sailing as yonder sea can tell. I heard great hail stones hailing into the sea by Bell. Of runic secrets told they that know the way through time that see through bold unfolding the birches’ … Continue reading →

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Luetzel-Coblenz

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

The following article was written by my grandfather, Richard Herbig, under the pen-name, Gibreh, which is the reverse of his real name, Herbig, for the Luetzellaender Kirmeszeitung, the official branch of the Carnival or Kirmes Society Bombenfeste on October 9, … Continue reading →

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Talking to Myself

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

TALKING TO MYSELF (Excerpt from my memoirs) I kept thinking how amazing it all was. In the inner realm are storehouses of literally inexhaustible creative energy flowing this way and that, pooling together, flowing apart, ever creating while being created, … Continue reading →

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One in All and All Retrieved

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

ONE IN ALL AND ALL RETRIEVED Some synchronicities let years go by before they prod us to notice them, imperceptibly at first then more emphatic each time till finally we retrieve them as parts of a whole: delightful morsels to … Continue reading →

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Four Seasons

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

FOUR SEASONS Snowflakes, starry winter-flowers falling from the far-off sky. Tumbling lightly, shining brightly, dancing downward, piling high on the town’s tall garden fences, roofs of houses; all around blanketing the whole wide city. Icicles, those glittering crystals, sun-drenched, gleaming, … Continue reading →

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The Bee

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THE BEE A lake that mirrors faithfully and gives back my reflection reflects my thoughts. Oh water, essence of my being, so still at times, I dare not breathe. I feel like sending you my soul, I think, and right … Continue reading →

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The Park Bench

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THE PARK BENCH Photo courtesy Wayne Thiel Up here, the sky is menacing, a cloudbank, dense and dark when from that bank a light streams forth. In me it finds its mark, falls on fall-painted leaves, so soft, and softens, … Continue reading →

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The Sky and I

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THE SKY AND I American flag hoisted high by the curb noisily rattling the glaring sun two days to Columbus Day. One autumn leaf, absent-minded, joining the ground by my feet. Car motors, traffic-ribboned, drowning out leaf sound, bird-song. How … Continue reading →

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The Window Pane and I

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

The Window Pane and I Seven days of winter rain. Seems I am the window pane. Rain-drenched branches weigh the tree, and my knee is full of pain. Inner gloom and outer gloom squeeze my heart. “Time out, make room,” … Continue reading →

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