MOON DITTIE Glory to the moon that shines above shooting its  beams to the lake below.   Make no  mistake it may not always be there.   Don’t panic my friend, I hear Gods got a spare.

she liked to call Monday her Sabbath and eat peaches at the lake under a canopy of beach elms with the squirrels chattering brave enough to scanter across her picnic blanket stealing peaches for themselves celebrating in glory their bounty which they didn’t have to…

Stillness…silence Nary a soul stirring, People still abed Mum is the neighbor’s rooster My favorite time of day. A bat flapped his wings A cricket whispered A buzzing lone mosquito Even the air is at rest. The only soul awake I welcome the solitariness, the…

Times change And walk past us Tides roll and roll And don’t wait for us We trouble the waters here and there And they still don’t stir for us We tame the rivers and streams And all the same they flood us We move earth…

Friday night at the “mission” Line’s long tonight, Someone’s supposed to sing for us after the preachin’ session. Nothin’ clean to wear, I smell like the rotten potatoes i couldn’t bring myself to eat. Last week I couldn’t make it to the laundry in time…

I know it is time I am ready to fly Spirit is supporting me I have only to try It all goes my way It’s as simple as that With God as my partner There’s no looking back I go where I’m called And offer…

I saw him walking years ago, in the city with his dog in tow. where were they going, where had they been? He was pushing a grocery buggy so slow, With all their belongings within.   Where would they rest, where would they sleep? Would…

I’ve hit a wall. What type of wall? wall of bricks? wall of sticks? wall of “no more writing tricks” wall of noise? wall of boys? wall my empty mind employs wall of wait, high and straight wall of let’s procrastinate.

Beach Bum   They call me a bum. Don’t talk to the dirty bum, honey, he’ll never leave us alone   I wake before the sun, shake the sand out of my blankets roll them up and tie them to my bike I stretch my…

I was once a soldier, Disciplined and honorable. But nothing prepared anyone for Viet Nam. Now I stand all night, all day On Massachusetts Avenue Growling and hissing unintelligibly At college students who think of me As a frightening curiosity As they make their way…