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 …
Tag: change
Dust of Days
At times I pause to turn a backward glance Though doing so illuminates the lie; I long to see once more the mustang prance Yet sorrow fogs the desert to my eye. I cannot walk …
Of Marigolds and Moons in the Virgin’s House
The ancient gods were silenced while they slept Beneath the earth by sorceries as old As standing stones; the sacred charms we kept Mere trinkets now. The blacksmith’s forge grew cold, His magic metals shelved, …
In the Shadow of Jupiter’s Ghost
I was once a ring, shining and smooth, and I rolled like lightning in the night casting Zeusian sparks in wild careen while thunderous bellows announced every bounce. Reckless navigation turned me from true; subtly …
Autumn is You Now
Autumn is you now; golden-brown leaves in trees have taken the shape of your hair, and wiry, worn trunks; your stance. I hear your voice in the whispering winds of sunny days and the crackling …
Inglorious Morning
My morning broke in coloring inglorious, no tempting taste of glistened dew, no chirp or first-light hue. The spider’s web with patient patterned thread is gone and too, arousing yawn at dawn engorging virile youth. …
The Tracks of My Years
I feel like a crosstie beneath rusted rail, awaiting a weight that will never return. The years that I prospered are fall’s early burn and winter reminds me I’m fragile and frail, unable to earn, …
Land Remains
It is still there, that tangled tannin creek, coursing its lazy drift northward through rushes of wind-whipped cattails and pink flowered lily pads, framed by tribes of cabbage palms and ancient bald cypress trees, whose …