~All of the old stores are empty now, musty and unused to windows. Locked in a tin room, I hear the circular saw start up, then the screams as they lop off the hands of thieves. Tonight, I will get my pan full of cricket meal. Tomorrow, in chapter and verse, my sentencing.~
~My child What will you take up in your hands and see as good Will you see the falseness of sold things meant as a siren song and worry little over small matters that fall away with yesterday May you be nimble in your seeking of love and of God, and know that the two... Continue Reading →
When I begin to speaka learned languageto a veiled world, please know that I have always loved you- my hand-holder, my chaperone.
At bedtime, those dark blooms in her room. In coffee mornings, the dregs of her cup.At lunch, in her rusted car, the depths of her purse. The tunnel vision of her darkened spirit. The hurried look of a long-time user. And, on this day, the hand-like shadow on the x-ray plate. *** image: https://pixabay.com/users/joenomias-2512814/
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied my learned motions and nodded its approval. ~Now you will stay~ ~Now you have learned~ *** image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/mysticsartdesign-322497/
Refuse in the oceans. God's things caught in its mire. In a come-lately penance, I think of small atonements, futile fixes. If a poem had power, had sway, or could be born of a prophet, sleep might come more easily. Still, I count the sheep of days, the fish in a river's flow... *** image:... Continue Reading →