Magazine | August 19, 2013, Issue

Poetry

NO VOODOO

No mystical sixth sense do I possess.

I hardly handle normal senses well.

No vision have I ever had of Hell.

Jesus does not drop in at my address.

My life has been one life — no more, no less,

none from the past I could revive to tell.

I have no voodoo, could not cast a spell

to save said life, in time of great distress.

And yet with you, one moment may restore

my ordinary sense, then supplement

an extra, like an amulet, when cursed.

I feel your absence at the bedroom door,

your presence a celestial event,

this common bond between us, not our first.

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Articles

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Features

Books, Arts & Manners

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Letters

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Athwart

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The Long View

The Al-Irshad Group

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Politics & Policy

Poetry

NO VOODOO No mystical sixth sense do I possess. I hardly handle normal senses well. No vision have I ever had of Hell. Jesus does not drop in at my address. My life has been ...