I’ve spent enough time on my knees as a monk to see that there’s value in being both drunk on life as a pilgrim and life as a a rascal. But can I live both, to the best that I’m able? When I left for…
Category: Miscellaneous
The Mask
the white, elegant one which you always had on you you gave one to me too? the one you told me everyone had and was important if I wanted to be considered human? yes, that’s the one ‘conformity to the norms’ was it?
Caregiver’s Lament (prompts 3 and 4, Hour 3)
My old mother sits waiting to die. I walk around the house sleep deprived Not knowing when her end will come. On constant call. Ready at any moment to be there to witness her passing. But wait! I am old, too. Life is punctuated with…
Rainer Ep: 3
Rifles clanging to padded armor, The screams of kidnapped people The cries of burning victims, The woman remembered how she lost her family They were running in the streets of an unknown city, Her mother was shot clean between the eyes But she kept going…
Poems (10am poem)
When I lay in bed at night, I think of all the poems to write. So many things swim around in my head, And I know I’ll forget I love poetry it is part of my life, A thought, a smile that is so bright….
Hold Me
Hold me close don’t let me fall. I don’t need much but I want it all. Don’t turn away when I reach for you. Don’t close your heart To a love that’s true. Inside your world Is where I want to be. So open up…
The Gentle Art of Death Cleaning
I am surrounded by stuff particular to me with my present likes more prominent and which no one around me wants The spines of my books and folders rest waiting like the red eyed green dragon candle on my cabinet for something I cannot fathom…
Hour Three
I moved garden furniture on a Friday So I could write all day today And watch dogs float by on paddle boards Owners stroking slowly
Three
You filled a hole for her when he was gone, a giant, babysized hole. You filled a hole again for her when her only other he was gone, a lifesize, sinking hole of infinite silence. But, when the shot came, and it was you who…
Senses
Senses Night is powerful Engulfing darkness within darkness Happy apparitions shimmering all over While fireflies try to hide their lights Lightning strikes precisely everywhere Drowning earth with incandescence Sweet petrichor dissipates in the rumbling thunder The tingling feet measures six vibrations Revealing the tectonic drama…