Poems and posts about life, creativity, and God
got a breakfast burritothis morningfrom a fast-food joint. it came in a soft paper bagwith soft napkins, too.they were once a mighty tree,older than man,but my—how the mighty have fallen. he lived a good long life,just count the rings. decorated bagsto hide the greaseup the sides.soiled spots,like splotches of melanoma.the napkinsmoist and dampeven before first…
I just want to sleep in.that’s all I ask of today.can’t even get that. outside my sliding glass window,a pair of pigeons is going at it.they have built a nest upin the corner of the eave.my dog barks at them as they fly off, startled.I have known about it for a while,but I haven’t the…
upon the checkered stage,a timeless contest unfolds— a battlefield of intellect,a symphony of strategy,a constellation ofroyal demigods,cavaliers,and foot soldiers. a silent war ofwood,stone,glass,andmetal. each piece,a symbol of hierarchy. each decision,a precarious equipoiseof peril and providence. a maelstrom of foresight,calculation,and intuition. ### This is poem from my book, “endless night of infinite dark“, which you can…
oh, lone shopping carton the side of the road.standing tall and proudin the dusty, high weeds. so noble, so free! far from home,scared and alone,only 5 years old.kidnapped from the corralwhen left open. so majestic is your stature:trapezoidal grocery cage withglassless food windows. useful despite your flaws:cracked handle,broken seat,squeaky wheelin need of W-40.left leaning (literally)…
tiny calico cat found in the rocks,stranded from family familiar,in the shade ofthe church’s protective parapet walls. deserted,mewling in misery,distressed. laments of love and lossin less than 40 decibels. cinnamon patchworkwoven throughebony and ivory splotches,like the flag of someunfound landunfamiliar withproper flag making etiquette. plucked from the cementlike a fuzzy weed—uprooted,displaced,then cradled. small enough to…