Turtle Spotting Somehow, spotting turtles basking on fallen logs justifies a lazy sun-burnt afternoon kayaking the Kalamazoo. At home, a little plastic turtle lazes on my clock radio, memento once possessed by the now departed church matriarch admired for both… Continue Reading →
The Interrogation I gesture to the chair opposite. The old man strokes his white beard and looks grateful as he sits heavily with a grunt. I have just a few, but important, questions. He makes no response. What are we… Continue Reading →
Desire An impulse, light pressure to fingertips and words form and de-form. The poet, biologist of desire, seeks to discover, to understand life in the vacuum of the heart, sculpts the page, asking it the age-old, or perhaps old age… Continue Reading →
On the Edge of Paradise unlike the red maple standing proudly next to church entrance her devoted husband on his morning run the pair… Continue Reading →
I Know (After the image “Floating” by Betsy Mars) The sleeping woman, posed in her sun dress, barefoot, arms tucked into chest, legs drawn up, exudes peacefulness. But as my gaze drops upon her, I perceive the abyss over which… Continue Reading →
Making a list and checking it twice My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you… Continue Reading →
Borders are in Season For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven… a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. – Ecclesiastes 3 Creation… Continue Reading →
Moon-shine The weathered ancient man, face lit by pipe’s glow, arrests my faltering step as autumn crisp invades my lungs. Plump and round, slouched low, his piercing scrutiny shivers my skin, casts intoxicating shadow within shadow. He beckons me to… Continue Reading →
Recipe for Living Sun’s rise whispers of adventure. I burrow deep under the blankets. Mountain men proclaim their awesome view but life happens in the valley. Silent, grateful, I relish the vista. Speaking exposes my folly. Doubtful, I slip her… Continue Reading →
Worship Gathering on a Sunday eve, the score of seekers finds seats while trading stories of battles fought and wounds endured before the minister begins. Inventories of sins committed are not asked for in this sacred space. No flame is… Continue Reading →
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