Rushed Gods
The shades of night engulf the beaming day As metal and plastic cars race each free way. Was our life always fast? The forlorn moon can’t wait…
Lines Like Incense
May my prayer be set before you like incense -Psalm 141:2 Smoke of incense with prayers of the holy ones Went up before God from the hand…
Where Can Roots Be Sown?
A strip of paper through the grass is blown, I sense it grapples and it yearns to stay; On a windy street, where can roots be sown?…
Prayer: A Poem
Lord of anxiety and small troubles, Lord of desolate mornings, I have insulted the wind and sun; forgive me. Lord of defensive motionlessness, I have slighted the…
I Can’t Eat With Jesus
Jesus is in this northern mining town he walks the street at night beneath the streetlight’s muted glow missing a few teeth. He’s always alone, and when…
Darkest Site: A Poem
Darkest Site, in whom zero light appears, Swallowing all quanta into yourself, Even the hard devotion of peering Eyes that record and measure and weigh all Of…
Rendezvous: A Poem
1. In Bleeding Heart Yard I cannot see you, touch you, cannot feel You in my embrace - myself in yours - The warmth, the flow and…
Trust: A Poem
is a faith in the fact of the body, the fact to be entered and known until body and impulse are coherent for love, and steadfast breathing…
Hupomeno: To Remain Under
We sat side by side, watching the sun recede Knowing, with a kind of resigned assurance, that we would never remember tomorrow what had happened…
The Burning: A Poem
Have you seen the way water In a swimming pool, a pond, Even a little birdbath like this, In its reflection under the eaves - Brushed with…
A Visit to the Planetarium: A Poem
In the daft heaven of the planetarium, stars and galaxies streaked away from us expanding in multiples of ten ad infinitum, while a…
Flowery Wasteland
Mind is blue, tattooed with floral etchings. Copper wire rib cage, coiled around bone. Dust and sunlight on the wall, seems you were never quite as tall…
When I Met the Wolf: A Poem
I skied beneath the light of the moon through forest and clearing my dog ahead startling rabbits and partridge to flight— to our mutual delight— Mars piercing…
Winter Solstice: A Poem
I am sixty-six years old, there is no cure for that. Another winter solstice observed and waved off, the days are brief, and icy. Meister Eckhart, I…
Happiness: A Poem
The movies that really hit the spot have ironic, downbeat, equivocal endings. Happiness’s grand illusion is always just out of reach: Garance dwindles into the crowd; Rick…