They're dead to me, the judgemental ones—
Bad tempered sky daddy and even his gentle son
if He will one day come back riding Wrath like
a fifth horse of the Rome-gone-wrong apocalypse.
But Oh! That Holy Ghost!
She comes to me on colorful wings, speaking
in the tongues of susurration, of bird song and call.
And I am her evangelist, gospeling songs to call you
to that forested altar beside a waterbird Jordan.
Oh! That Holy Ghost!
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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