By Richard Mather In the beginning: darkness: mysterious non-being: neither one nor many. From that darkness came a great radiance,...

By Richard Mather here we are (1) sitting in a circle transmitting silences to each other and waiting (+1) for beginning to announce its...

By Richard Mather Like a sacred text folded in on itself, a page half torn away, stains in the margins, a footnote wrongly numbered, the...

By Richard Mather One man speaks for Empire, another for Kingdom. And the one who belongs to neither rises tall, a cedar spared the...

Richard Mather Under the aerosolised sun, Through a delicate mist, A plastic bag hangs limp from an ancient branch. A proposition shows...

By Richard Mather A plant grows from the Nile, the שׁ, primordial cause, rooted in the water, breathing in the air, the commencement of...

By Richard Mather If the hammer is a symbol of the power of the hand, the hand is the product of the need for a hammer.

By Richard Mather Every time I come over my original sin quickens in the veins. My heart tells me I am guilty for not doing more to...

By Richard Mather It was only when Snake Emerged from a black hole Between Mecca & Medina That God saw the problem. Speaking from the...

By Richard Mather I doubt, therefore I am because to doubt is to think I doubt: there is some thing that thinks. I am that something,...

By Richard Mather God is not some detached thing, but rather participation- in-the-evolving-world. God is non- determining,...

By Richard Mather Substance is real, A textwork of infinity Expanding. Endless multiplicity, Uncountable As a whole. Turn it over. See...

By Richard Mather You can hardly say that I abide by the rules of political commitment or that I affect the diction of the dispossessed....

By Richard Mather Down stairs, out there, street-level salesmen finger doorknobs, suck pens Spiralling down the stairs the hallway the...

By Richard Mather From the mouth of Abraxas A spectral force carries Aloud the magical words Ab, abba, ben, ruach, Abracadabra the...

By Richard Mather Dreams like girls in private rooms beckon from windows the souls of sleepers who move shadelike through night’s dark...

By Richard Mather I woke up to find that they’d really put the man in salamander If god wishes for a salhumander, Then he will produce...

By Richard Mather French horns, the length of METAPHORS, playing in the dark And I am still thinking We ask her what she thinks as she...

By Richard Mather Refrigerator, baby, shoelace, moth, quarks, ceiling, “background,” sink, magazine, sieve, “environment,” pencil,...

Artful Agaze, the artist is beset by eros Of no vulgar kind. Crossing the chorismos , He takes his tools, kneads and forms And sculpts....