Babka prances, carrying a box proud to have captured cardboard prey the evisceration brief loud ripping and chewing so satisfying yet so simple and bloodless hunter quenched

Undisturbed, sedated sounds— there As I gazed across the vast,  empty space With my eyes fixed—blank to which they stare At each and every piece in its proper place   The railroad, both—long and wide An unknown journey, I felt belonged To this, this place…

Buried within the depths of wisdom Sacred words were all but—whispered Bound together in—a rhythm Leaving nothing left unanswered   Pages turned and by mine hand One before another As my heart did now understand Exactly what you sought to answer   Loudly did I…

Deep sleep is where I laid Even while awake For it was when I obeyed That serpent, wise—old snake   When my thoughts returned to me From where they once had gone That I began to stop and see The path to which they fasten—…

For mysteries did hide from me As blind I was before But then reborn that I might see And faith— they then restore   Tears did drench mine eyes Baptized through my pain Yet— it’s then I could realize The strength I did contain  …

Concealed mysteries yet blatantly disclosed Entities— among us— in skins, disguised Yet holding sight, essence— itself composed Of things— we here, at best—only theorize!   Perception is vital— from whose eyes, we see As our decisions are formed by what we perceive Transformed into our…

As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I’m almost home The changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back The two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles The air so crisp and clean, I’m…

The house is in need of paint, father, plaster peels off the walls. The verandah stares vacant and blank, no life within its halls. It’s just a house, I said to myself as I passed down that road, just a house, abandoned and dark that…

Listening Just be still and listen and then tell me what you hear Is the quiet all but deafening? Does it make you shed a tear? Does the silence bring you anger, for you need chaos throughout Or does it bring you worry, filling up…

There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found Among the trees and leaves Fireflies alight to the ground. There are forests in the poems Unexplored, unfound There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found.     Branches that those blithe spirits…