Okay, I know You’re around. No need for me to worry or to seek or to sing psalms. You’re around. Don’t get all poetic on me about You being reflected in everything I see. Or that You dwell in every … Continue reading
I’m working on the final draft of my first book. Crowds are waiting for release: I’m working as fast as I can.
(Annual Greenfield Word Festival 2016) . What is new to me now, (don’t bother me with cell phones, legalized weed), . What is new to me now is constant war with no intervals of peace, What is new to me … Continue reading
Slugs are not much loved. Maybe God loves slugs, But who knows? .. One day in the garden, no slugs. Next day, slugs. .. The invisible destroyer becomes solid, Well, almost solid; It’s a slug. .. Rare is the animal … Continue reading
Oh no, time does not repeat itself, It spirals, perhaps, one turn reverberating on the others, But time does not repeat. Nature’s variation is endless, Orderly, yet endless. Everything done will be undone. Everything undone waits for … Continue reading
Rupture breaks through the skin, Bleeds, leaves a gash, cools. Comes to rest. On my back the cooled flow Creates a ridge, a gap. I watch the searing glow solidify, A map of its path across flesh. I scratch the … Continue reading
What a Tree Is “Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there….” Yeats Nothing is just what it is. Look at that tree. See centuries of meaning on its bark, Put there by poets since cave … Continue reading
