Unfolded The map of Michigan tucked in the glove compartment of my parent’s Pontiac Grand Ville revealed locales far off and foreign. Fingers traced future routes along the web of roads. So many unfolded dreams to discover, places you could… Continue Reading →
While the world burns I write a poem and wonder if I really care Bombs fall, burning cities light skyline in reds and yellows. At least, I imagine that’s the scene on all the news channels. People are dying but… Continue Reading →
Forest Thoughts Elevated step count their holy grail, passersby stroll forest path. Excited trees wave their leaves. Despite forest’s friendly gesture, no one stops to introduce themselves, nor hears trees whisper along fungal networks, warn of drought and disease. No… 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 →
The Great Extremely Stable Genius (After Walt Whitman’s The Great City) The place where a person of great genius stands is not the place of paid-off escorts, stiffed lawyers, hawked bitcoin, deposits of wealth, Nor the place of ceaseless puckering… Continue Reading →
Faith When tyrants justify cruelty with lies When presidents mad for lawless power speak nothing but revenge When bullies win journalists drop to their knees … Continue Reading →
Many thanks to the New Verse News who published my poem “Museum of Cutting Edge Technology.” Read it at https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2025/01/museum-of-cutting-edge-technology.html.
Backward Hawaiian Vacation Waikiki, oasis of sand and skin, promises peaceful paradise, never ending blue skies under which to dream of manufactured utopias meant for tourists. Luaus and macadamia farms founded on beds of lava keep us safe from truth…. Continue Reading →
Riding a bicycle in a war zone The photo only shows a muddied hand extended from jacket’s blue sleeve palm up in the rubble strewn street fingers curled, nails polished bright red. It was enough. Seeing the image, her… Continue Reading →
I will not dine on my own bones Do not wound me because you wound yourself with delusions and paranoia, building straw multiverses that orbit an oversized ego where you are the only permitted victim, where those who reveal your… Continue Reading →
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