In Silence
We often know less than we think we know an opening comment on prayerful discernment She laughed at that and went on gabbing like a bird Perhaps…
Another Odyssey
Odysseus Mad Odysseus makes us row To certain death at double speed. How much further have we to go, Till into sea our lives last-bleed? War is…
Persephone’s Prayer
In Greek mythology, Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, rescues her daughter, Persephone, from eternal winter in Hades and restores her to the land of the living…
Luminous Darkness
This luminous darkness gently guiding, Past dim deluding lights that deform sight, In dancing stillness lies meaning, hiding, From the vapid visions of passing light. The silence…
The ‘Ask Not’ Poems – Zen Wisdom of the Tang Poet-Monk Qiji
One of the most prolific of the Tang dynasty Chinese poets is the Ch’an (Zen) monk Qiji (齊己), the author of over 850 poems, of a varied…
Behind the Wheel
1 There is no going back: the lights change At life, and there is one direction driven - Whatever detour, visit, we might arrange From that beginning,…
The Roof-Watcher
After the Agamemnon of Aeschylus Late afternoon of that unending year’s first day, I cringed at clangs, at god strikes tumbling mountaintops, Atremble for my distant lord’s…
Just Before Dawn
Here in my darkest hour, I lie grasped among the roots of damp and mossy oaks while overlooking black alfalfa fields, above which coming fogs will linger…
Running on the Beach With Rebecca
Bike tire treads, tributaries on sand Stamped with footprints, paw pads, the soles of shoes, Stream before us like kite strings with ribbons. Could we run these…
Critters in the Trench
Critters in the trench Instance man’s return To the state of nature. Strategists become Heirs to Hercules Ancient Romans prayed to. Iron General: Does, like any man,…
Approaching the Estuary
At dawn he enters the estuary. Day, night married in the golden ripples, like soft purple robes. While waves gently lap the sides of his skiff he…
Temptation
She is coiled ‘round my being’s roots, Her venom seeps into my veins. Farewell to my imagination’s reigns; I sold all to eat this poisoned fruit. She…
The Window
The glass in a neighbouring window – The edges of its sharp rectangle At moments screened and disclosed By the restless black silhouettes Of leaves, branches, in…
The Sawteeth
Hiking the jagged spine of the Appalachians, fraser fir and spruce trees stretch hands high above me, gnarled beeches reach twisted arms over my winding trail. Moss…