Found Poem: The State newspaper, Columbia, South Carolina, June 21, 1996
I.
Today is the first full day of summer,
not to fry eggs on the sidewalk
or the hood of a car,
pack some ice in our bra,
find a shady spot and sit
till it melts.
It's summer
you know what that means:
big, dumb, overhyped records that
go to extravagant lengths
to say the same old things about
love, lust and wild youth.
Summer is Bryan Adams time,
The unapologetic sap.
II.
the foremost symbol of order
in a society that is sick
of corruption.
Hilariously earnest ponderousness,
a lament over the control television
has assumed over the social routine,
replacing sundered human contact
with a kind of zombie-fied unity
claustrophobic close-ups.
A brilliant strategy.
a clean, well-run race restored ethics,
Christian values,
and common decency
to Irmo
Chapin.
One of the last states to
desegregate schools,
the last state to
fly the Confederate flag,
we join the lead with other states
against the rights of homosexuals.
All it takes is the wrong question.
III.
You accept the ashes of an old wooden sanctuary
as a call to action,
relishing all we've discovered
this week among the ruins.
Rev. J.M. Rice told commissioners
my heart hurts
his voice choked with emotion.
Tucker Baptist Chapel, destroyed
First Baptist Church in Williston, destroyed
Rock Hill Baptist Church, destroyed
Mt. Hill Missionary Baptist Church, gutted
Jerusalem Branch Baptist Church, destroyed
Ricer's Chapel, destroyed
Scrub Branch Baptist Church, destroyed
Rosemary Baptist Church, gutted
Summer Grove Baptist Church, destroyed
Mt. Zion AME Church, destroyed
Macedonia Baptist Church, destroyed
St. John's Baptist Church, destroyed
Islamic Mosque, destroyed
Prodigal Butler Chapel AME, destroyed
Effingham Baptist Church, gutted
Jesus Christ Holy Gospel, destroyed
IV.
Daddy stayed in the car for two weeks.
He only left long enough to take a bath and change clothes.
Sitting in his car on hot June evenings
delicately fiddling with his radio tuner
trying to pick up a faint auto-racing show.
Obviously this is an animal in trouble.
Drop by the museum between 1:30 and 4 p.m.
to shake mitts with Bombers
collect their autographs and take photos with them
a Bomber Girl or the team mascot
Bomber the Mouse.
It's amazing how God works.
by Sandra Stringer
Fighting Chair
(from a sporting goods catalogue)
Murray Brothers crossed rods
You're in the fight of your life
every muscle taught, every thought focused.
Your fighting chair: the perfect answer.
by Lyn Shull
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by John Cooper
The Lutheran Church of the Reformation Sunday Bulletin, October 11, 1953 The day of my father's confirmation.
Take an hour out of your day
and visit with God.
And Jesus seeing their faith
said unto the sick of the palsy:
Free coffee and donuts will be served prior to service.
Nominal donations will be appreciated.
Morning Worship
Words of Power
"Open My Eyes, that I May See"
Please allow ushers to seat the handicapped.
A list of members now in hospital has been posted.
Help keep it up to date.
Altar Flowers placed in loving memory.
Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee.
It seems a miracle that out of this hour
comes so much forgiveness.
by Terry Lorick