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 …
Category: Free Verse
Loud Silence
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears and then whooshes over the treetops and down the slopes, joining the river’s rush. When …
Dear John
he gave me a nodding dog (the sort you put on the shelf of the car’s rear window) because he knew I loved dogs and I might have told him about the one I lost …
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 …
Entourage
I could let them all go, the letters pencilshands and scheming numerals;only they and I would feel a difference.I would still sit here alone late with waterearly with coffee, wrestling quietand little stacks of terror.At …
Silent Symphony
With leisurely pause,admiring its own reflectionin the faint ripples of a quiet stream,a rising sun considerswith what tints, to paint this morning’s canvas. Night has stolen all bright color from these sleeping trees, leaving black shadows yearning toward the …
Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of things to cry with my kind in joy and pain,gasp with them at the edible seed …