those winter sundays redux

I want to freeze time/. I know I don’t, can’t appreciate all of the things my father does. he labors more than i know, he love’s more than I know. somehow the man is so gentle yet he is austere like ages past. sitting quietly…

The Difference

Original line from Robert Frost “I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” Walking along this path did I Many mental pictures I took Of trees and flowers, animals and clouds the Moment I picked a blossom, the world…

When the rains return

You can tell by the petrichor in the air. It gives off somewhat of a poignant odor, Something which hasn’t graced our presence in Quite some time.   But we don’t relegate ourselves to the indoors. We’re better than that. Instead, we charge out there…

Self Injection

Maybe I injected you Too far beneath the skin I can feel your longing And taste what should have been Serenity can’t find me When I still feel your touch And still, your face beside Still driving this heartclutch Each time I reach the surface…

Psalm 23

my kid’s kid is a goat, the yogurt eating, head butting, Lord of the pasture; is gently teaching my child to be a shepherd; I observe my child shall put another’s needs before her own generously, and not leave the other to desire or want

MACHINES OF WAR

Reappear, you men of war, recreating the machine. Resisting technological liberation. Economic violence is the fault of the hunted animal confused with primitive breeding. The sea, perhaps, in its absolute movement, records the history of nomads? We have no history. Only geography… Spoken in either…

Lost in the Woods

I’ve always wanted to be someone people can look up to But when trouble rears its ugly head, I can’t do anything but watch Even still I involve myself in others’ problems, both hers and his Hoping to be the light that guides the lost…

Tabs

The empty pages Of my favourite journal Tell a different story Than the freshly organized Files in my new laptop

Hour Eight

  The prompt for hour eight is to write a golden shovel. Not familiar with the form? That is not surprising, it was created in 2010 by the poet Terrance Hayes in his poem The Golden Shovel. It is pretty simple though. First you take a…

An undertaking of a bard

“.. In low pursuit , know , prudent, cautious, self-coutrol is the Wisdom Root.” A Bard’s Epitaph by Robert Burns   Worthy causes always in low pursuit Always keeps one to know Using much times of person’s   prudent Sitting in the life being cautious Withstanding…