Grow

Grow Dearest, Your have one charge in this life, GROW Grow like fire Sometimes tame and sustained Other times voraciously clearing the land Always emanating light and seeking fuel Grow like water Sometimes permeating and nourishing Other times flooding and terrain reshaping Always gathering to…

Hurry

Hurry, Hurry! I’m late for a very i.portant date Like the White Rabbit, I am often scurrying to and fro Usually with multiple children in tow. And it never fails, No matter where I’ve hurried off to- It is more of the same Life has…

You Are the One (Poem #12)

Its dark And I’m scared I don’t know how to explain this feeling One person on my right Another on my left They begin to pull in opposite directions As if I was a doll that two kids were fighting over I feel the desires…

Nightspell

Cat cry breaks the night right under my bedroom window. It has a burgundy wildness that is the opposite of my outward tame energy.   We are not adversaries, this cat and I. we compliment each Like autumn and spring like sky and sea..  …

Voice mail- Moby Dick

Call me. I thought I would sail. Whenever my hypos get me to knocking people’s hats off I get to sea as soon as I can. All men cherish the ocean washed by waves and cooled by breezes. Thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed…

Hour 12

Here we are now, a new day technically. Distracted still by my delicious company. So here we go again with the simple syllable counts… Kiss me now Tomorrow awaits As do I

Three Old Hermits

Three old hermits Three old hermits, so simple Arrived on the island Following a radiant light Holding hands and running upon the waves They cried as they reached And continue to walk on water (Erasure poem: text taken from Chapter 30, The Law of Miracles,…

Dear Former Self

Dear Former Self Age 14 So what if you like girls?   Dear Former Self Age 17 I know what he did to you, it was not okay. Please go tell someone.   Dear Former Self Age 21 I know you like how it feels…

Old Growth

There, right there on the living room floor lays the last of an old growth forest.   Hemlock, military- tight straight grain that never again will smell the rain, the hungry draped mosses, the first sun of summer solstice.   Even horizontal with death, this…