Bifurcation (After the image “Chickens!” by Marion Clarke) Two doors by which to enter, the path into myself splits before it reaches the heart. My lies strut, peck the packed dirt clean of tell-tale infestations and kernels that might root…. Continue Reading →
Dear Dad We were never intimates. Men in our family never talked much. Vulnerability is weakness so we stuck to safe topics. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no animosity either. If there was a need, we did our best, but… Continue Reading →
Resurrection Embrace death in all that is earthbound as we rush ever closer to the brink. Rejoice in the puckering stink of leafy litter rotting on the ground, remnants of autumn forests once crowned in grand hues. Time demands of… Continue Reading →
Self Help Ghazal The man of me and boy left behind went digging for redemption but were scared off by shadow thugs before we went deep enough. A few laughs with some bears in drag and a naked slip ‘n… Continue Reading →
Growing Up A child giggles with glee. Bubbles float chasing chasing bubbles caught Pop! Gone. Bubbles, giggles, a child with glee. A youth disdainfully grasps futility within soapy spheres. Futility bursts fragile bubbles. Futility grasps a youth disdainfully. … Continue Reading →
The Little Stone Chapel 1 Door to little stone chapel opens. I fall into unknown worlds shouting “There’s gold here somewhere!” Balboa hacks through jungle primitives to reach this monument to emptiness erected from head-sized stones after Medusa seduced an… Continue Reading →
Alone, in a crowd Dance beats, thump thump thump, consume, mesmerize, strike fear in my soul. Graceful undulations, writhing slender bodies entrusted to the universe, heart and flesh harmonized in sacred rhythm, if only for an instant, evoke lustful envy…. Continue Reading →
Sabbath Wealth, bliss, even God elude our grasping while we scurry and scamper as dim dreams retreat. What if we are not the steadfast hunters but the harried prey? In a world spinning relentless chaos to cloak its soul-sick course,… Continue Reading →
Something’s Cooking Whether the cook’s stew or the three witches’ brew Place meat in slow cooker In the poison’d entrails throw No shortcuts to deliver us quicker a fine-cooked meal derives from what we know In a small bowl mix… Continue Reading →
Under-stars Off the two-track to nowhere important sun retreats into forest, the day kilned and left to cool, no longer malleable. Yet light dominates veil of night: embellished by myth and meaning bulls and bears roam herded and hunted on… Continue Reading →
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