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Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Chasing the Liminal

 —Poetry by Fay L. Loomis, Kerhonkson, New York
—Public Domain Photos 


LIMINAL
Homage to The Book of Dreams, Nina George
(Crown, 2019)

in between
neither here nor there

    •    asleep . . . awake
    •    conscious . . . unconscious
    •    birth . . . death
    •    labyrinth . . . straight line
    •    dream, coma, déjà vu, insanity, little death
    •    memory . . . amnesia
    •    androgynous
    •    previous . . . next
    •    tug-of-war, blind man’s bluff
    •    light . . . dark
    •    heaven . . . hell
    •    begin . . . end
    •    costume, mask
    •    yes . . . no
    •    window, mirror, lens

poet friend said liminal overused
yet I remain intrigued by otherness

an archive of myself
 
 
 

 
WHO IS JOSEPH BELLOWS?

TO: Joseph

FROM: MSABM (The Museum Staff Against
Bellows’ Messes)

stinky pinky two-by-four
couldn’t get through the museum door
because of all the junk on the floor


TO: Joseph

FROM:  MSABM (You know who we are.)

the goops* have no manners
they throw their bananners
on anyone’s spot
but their own

*MSABM is highly suspicious that Joseph might be
related to the goops


TO: Joseph

FROM: MSABM (You certainly know who we are.)

the three little pigs
all rolled into one
is Joseph Bellows
with his shirt undone
 
 
 
 

GOD’S POEM

In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was with God
And the Word was God (John 1:1)


God said, “Let us create a living Word”
And God created human beings
And the human beings were in the image of God

God scribed a line of joy
And added a contrapuntal note of sorrow
And the humans became a verse

Then God colored the humans
And rhymed and sounded them
And the beings repeated many stanzas of life

God said, “Our poem is not yet finished.”
And the humans continued to struggle, work the
    poem
Until they were at-oned with God

And God saw everything that he had made,
and, behold,
it was very good. (Genesis 1:31)

_____________________

Today’s LittleNip:

SWEET CRUSH
—Fay L. Loomis

Lyle Sweet

sweet Sweet
young Sweet
too sweet

no Sweet

_____________________

—Medusa, with thanks to Fay Loomis for today’s fine poetry!
 
 
 

 
























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