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A Lament for Truth

A Lament for Truth I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. – Martin Luther King, Jr. Tears caress cheeks as we gather to mourn: Truth is dead. It may have won some day but… Continue Reading →

The Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree Four-foot pine perches on my end table past its appointed season needles green as ever, as plastic as merriment coerced by Hallmark puppies hanging around wearing Santa hats and riding candy canes, polar bears wrapped in red… Continue Reading →

War or Peace

War or Peace “One must be cunning and wicked in this world.” – Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace wicked and war are easy: do violence channel fear and frustration let it fester into anger and hatred begin with lies lie… Continue Reading →

homo tuberosum

homo tuberosum Don’t we envy cats who lounge carefree on couch-backs? Yet disdain the human rooted in worn cushions, nestled under wooly blanket on a chill morn, tools of trade arrayed: TV remote, laptop, diet Dew. Tubers thrive underground coffined… Continue Reading →

I Know

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 →

Borders are in Season

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 →

Searching

Searching (After John 20:15) Sobbing graveside, crypt empty and broken heart jilted by her lover. Why are you crying? Who are you looking for? We seek our gods behind grave walls too thick for invasion too deep to escape. No… Continue Reading →

In the Beginning

In the Beginning Bored with omnipotence, tired of bickering with brothers, the goddesses begged Mother for meaningful diversion. She labored seven years, hunched over her loom, spinning an idyllic world for her daughters to nurture where lions and lambs cavorted… Continue Reading →

Winter

Winter comforts meant to mollify tomato soup grilled cheese fuzzy throw wear thin turn trapped gazes within hungry for hibernation deep sleep of serenity eludes stares into crackling fire of mind-space scorching veneer exposing courting disaster alices into wonderland where… Continue Reading →

Ghazal for America, 2018

Ghazal for America, 2018 Tell another tale: build a wall high and thick, brick by brick. Kill the sick, grab the chick. That’ll make us great again. Parched of reason, we’re Jonesing for more Kool-Aid. Guzzle it down, quick now…. Continue Reading →

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