Self Help Ghazal The man of me and boy left behind went digging for redemption but were scared off by shadow thugs before we went deep enough. A few laughs with some bears in drag and a naked slip ‘n… Continue Reading →
Growing Up A child giggles with glee. Bubbles float chasing chasing bubbles caught Pop! Gone. Bubbles, giggles, a child with glee. A youth disdainfully grasps futility within soapy spheres. Futility bursts fragile bubbles. Futility grasps a youth disdainfully. … Continue Reading →
The Little Stone Chapel 1 Door to little stone chapel opens. I fall into unknown worlds shouting “There’s gold here somewhere!” Balboa hacks through jungle primitives to reach this monument to emptiness erected from head-sized stones after Medusa seduced an… Continue Reading →
Alone, in a crowd Dance beats, thump thump thump, consume, mesmerize, strike fear in my soul. Graceful undulations, writhing slender bodies entrusted to the universe, heart and flesh harmonized in sacred rhythm, if only for an instant, evoke lustful envy…. Continue Reading →
Sabbath Wealth, bliss, even God elude our grasping while we scurry and scamper as dim dreams retreat. What if we are not the steadfast hunters but the harried prey? In a world spinning relentless chaos to cloak its soul-sick course,… Continue Reading →
Something’s Cooking Whether the cook’s stew or the three witches’ brew Place meat in slow cooker In the poison’d entrails throw No shortcuts to deliver us quicker a fine-cooked meal derives from what we know In a small bowl mix… Continue Reading →
Under-stars Off the two-track to nowhere important sun retreats into forest, the day kilned and left to cool, no longer malleable. Yet light dominates veil of night: embellished by myth and meaning bulls and bears roam herded and hunted on… Continue Reading →
Take As Long As You Need Apparition of my dreams: forget your temptations of glory. Give up on me! Do not entice me to ascend this mountain when I cannot perceive the peak covered in cloud. Courage melts under scrutiny… Continue Reading →
The Seduction The adirondack stands watch upon the hill, a lonely sentinel overlooking the meadow, the Queen’s Guard protecting the palace as ambassadors of the heavens and forest emissaries come to consult. Resolute in the afternoon sun, the temptress tenders… Continue Reading →
Man on a Journey (After Joel Sheesley’s painting of the same name.) The man poses in front of the monument, freezes time, preserves a memory to linger over in his dotage. But this isn’t the Great Pyramid or the Lincoln… Continue Reading →
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