One Who’s You
I woke up with Jesus in my fist. He was a well-groomed, handsome brunette with modest beard and a perfectly symmetrical face. He wiggled free a little and said “You don’t believe in me.”...
Category: Poetry
Orange Contemplations
Christmas Poems Pumpkin love and Halloween goblins on the eve of ghostly party scenes. Tangerine sunsets for my veranda’s view while shades of cadmium Monarch butterflies float in autumn’s blossom skies for all...
December 24, 2014
It’s so nice to be here Leaned upon the other As we are wont to do Two souls beside each other on the couch It’s snowing? No, you’re just seeing things Lit by the...
I’m Listening
My spirit knows. She knows it. Knows the us before now from the ancient past into eternity. My spirit, she knows more than any other part of me, she knows. A knowing like she...
When We Curse
Our inadequacies We condemn ourselves When we aspire to be like others We humiliate ourselves When we want, because we do not think we have We have nothing Surrender to this nothing Be nothing...
Ode to Merce
So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...
Breakthrough
Watching cement crack Why is this so entertaining? Is it purely sensory? Listening to the chalky rubble Feeling it chunk away with my eyes. Wow – This rock of man And its ubiquitous stubbornness...
Gourmet Spam
Good morning — I hope you can join me tomorrow Your kind attention; please do not be surprised by my email I have a question that I hope you can answer for me The...
