Asteroids Waking in night so quiet even silence echoes, ghost moaning in its crypt. Eternal orbit of clock’s hands mocks inability to sleep with soft click click click, countdown to alarm’s shriek, day after day trudge to job week after… Continue Reading →
Eloquence and profundity stubbornly refuse the poet’s advances Rain batters gravel outside living room blinds drawn shut the gods have moved on left this tryst off their calendar I listen / wait / pray laptop screen ____ / thoughts ____… Continue Reading →
Facing the Fox At that time some Pharisees came to Jesus and said to him, “Leave this place and go somewhere else. Herod wants to kill you.” He replied, “Go tell that fox, ‘I will keep on driving out demons… Continue Reading →
Reaching Life is not possible without an opening toward the transcendent. – Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane Threatened by boot-quake, a pill bug curls into itself and quickens its demise. Threatened by a world unhinged, a monk curls… Continue Reading →
To see with the heart shake off your bonds enter the shaman’s cave where no modern convenience illuminates the way follow the dim glow of candle’s flame descend barefoot into the bowels where bushes burn unconsumed converse with spirits who… Continue Reading →
Unearthing self with a golden shovel after Mary Oliver As they traverse the land of whoever, the frightened leave breadcrumbs. You who find yourselves disillusioned are welcome in this magical realm where no possibility is forbidden. Only the matter of… Continue Reading →
Desired Love And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.” – Mary Oliver, excerpted from “When I Am… Continue Reading →
Someone said you are what you eat so I asked myself what do I want to be To make music in the heart I swallowed an orchestra. I looked at a world filled with war and death, old white men… Continue Reading →
Let’s Dance And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance to joy of heavenly hymns, flying unfettered with nary a glance at body’s prison. Legs spellbound with shame no longer, free to be flung wide…. Continue Reading →
Prisoner Their eyes, a torture of unendurable beauty, ravish with sidelong glances, promise more than can ever be consummated. Flame to my moth, they burn away oxygen, mock the inspiration of my lungs, allow only an eternal sigh. Their eyes… Continue Reading →
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