Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. Or the Hudson River, gray palisades growing into taller and straighter marble giants as our …
Category: . Contemplative
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail all day to you then wake on the horizon my arms full of loss, my …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion sprawled over sparkling sands And the soldier that bloats in the mud Of the trench …
The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking wisdom into wasteland. From out of desert comes one who would tell us what we …
In Between
So, here I stand amid the briny surge That jostles surf upon the shore, Review another breaker’s jade converge With bristling foam. My gaze is keen Upon the far horizon, like a door That blocks …
Shepherd
Now you will shepherd lost things and they will follow you through every airport, crowd every interview, every dinner, every funeral, and follow you,like it or not, into the smallest hole, to either pole, ever …
Porcelain Manger
November Last time I stuffed a turkeyyou were sucking a burnt pinkyconfiding secrets about Uncle Carland reminding me of the importance of a well-bleached sink. Ifinstead of sleeping in a Red River cemeteryyou were hereadding chicken brothand just a …
All is Calm
Though headlines clamor, voices blare and bitter arguments abound in every fearful sector where the chaos of the world is found, each hibernating embryo refuses to restrain its flow of love beneath the silent snow. …