No worries about The wall with the window To nowhere Too smooth to climb Too wide to get over Too boring for temptation Who is it keeping out? Who is it keeping in?   The highway barrier A slab of unmovable concrete Tough enough To…

Don’t laugh at my prison stripes Look at the label on my ass I’m strutting my stuff in a name brand Making prison stripes look stylishly classy Setting a new trend For others to flatter me With imitation

Could this be half a mandala — a symbol for half the universe? Is this half the sorrow before transformation or the joy at the center?   Or is your gift a lace fan — unfolded to display cool images of holy contentment — or…

Don’t throw away those stale slices of squashed bread still in their plastic sleeve squeezed into the breadbox I’ve merged three loaves and When I have a few more slices I’ll check for mold and Cut rectangles across the rest and Dip them in a…

It doesn’t matter What is love It matters why and who And how you love     Love is nebulous, A fuzzy nargle Refusing to be defined, Shifting itself into a shape to fit Each imagining     Better to ask How long, how much,…

Keeping the memory of a cinnamon sea Salted with tears and blood that are proof of life, We tremor on our braid of the bayou At the elbow of the Cajun and the Creole Where our buckets bring up more catfish than cool water —…

Warming your feet at a burning bush Offering your small light in service to its sacred light Waiting to hear a divine voice Speaking to you of destiny Sending you to prophesy Choosing you to lead   Consuming your own dreams You miss the stars…

Sara shed no tears as she stepped around the body slumped in the rolling chair to pull the knife buried deep out of the head and rinse it in water so hot it dropped from her hands before scrubbing vigorously with a heavy-duty scrubbing sponge…

“By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy. They said, ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’…

rather than face the comfort i know waits in the familiar wall of color, i study the white wall that challenges me   not finding the anticipated emptiness, i discover a way up a grey so light a white so bright no end in sight…