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…

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

Who Prayed this Rain?

I look upon the fields now glazed with water from last night’s rain, with flooding predicted, more and more rain. Who prayed for all this water? Who could have sat beside the hand of God and asked the Blessed Virgin Mary all dressed in white…

Chasing Dragons

Outliers chasing Outsider fire dragons Mostly vague ideas Slapping and snapping Their consciousness Between tokes and smokes An exclusive club Open to all who dare to Enter darkness No dress codes or haircuts Allowed in this club; only High fives are given Or kisses and…

Specificity

Specificity is a writing trait that’s hard to overlook or under rate. For adding supporting details when writing, speaking, or tweeting, Cuts out more than a few misunderstandings that bear repeating. Now take a statement said in jest, “The White House is a dump.” If…

Hour Eight

I am not really pleased with this one at all but am posting anyway–the idea is intriguing   This poem takes its inspiration from Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by Robert Frost. Between the woods and frozen lake   aubade and sunset…

In the midst of the heat of summer, the

In the midst of the heat of summer, the first fleeting impressions after the long august rains, feel like the first sobs of the end of our love story, the end of the summer season, the beginning of the practise of violins Taking us straight…

Nap Time

2 PM Nap Time Resting in peace as the world swims around in violent pulsation She knows not, other than her perception Which is restful peace and restoration Others outward bound in belief look on to superficial relief While she who comes from within Comfortable…

Bad Dream

So here I am again. Sad. What’s new? My dreams are rarely wrong. And I had one of those dreams last night. Where the girl in the dream should have been me. But she wasn’t. Then he came into my dream. He met someone. And…