feeble restraints
Any attempt to cage this moment in words, such feeble restraints, would mean that its enormity, itself, had escaped ...
River Poem
twisting rivers the Delaware the Schuylkill forming the moist muddy crotch of a brown gowned siren this icy-water triangle swallows its people spewing crushed-powder teeth and bone from concrete smokestacks’ phallic girth under the northern bridge’s rusted rivets forgotten, in soggy towns, nestled ‘tween plump, and flustered bluster-cheeked women flesh ...
butterfly dawn
tho I’ve argued that anger is sadness its cries, unheard anger exists in different stages arriving first birthed as a simple egg mere possibility a peace-dove’s meal, perhaps should it survive becoming a larvae writhing within its muddy confusion blind and dumb unable to make sense of the world in ...
vesicle
Since a boy, I’ve known this of myself, tho I’ve pretended, wishing otherwise as I wept inside my tall solitude-- I’ve known this of my creed, be there any still remaining, unhidden, be there any known to themselves. We are a translucent-walled love, our empathy outwardly facing, loving without limit ...
The Center of Things
"How about this one, Dad?” "It's a bit wet, still green, but you've found a good one in that same gathering. Look to the left, past the thorny bush.” And it was a fine log, a large branch, really. Dry, and small enough for him to carry, but dense enough ...
a laugh, free of pain
Not bothering to correct her, we sit watching as the pup digs, pulling, tugging at the juicy roots she finds until each is freed its dusty grave. I lean over, sharing a thought, telling the boy, "Somewhere, on the other side of the world, there's a guy in China who's ...
Brazen Escape
Truth burns in the afternoon campfire, each flame bearing a realization, fed oxygen, given passion of belief. Tho each moves-- climbing the wood’s jagged Zen mountains, changing shape, truths-- themselves, changing, as relinquishing, each passing hope to the next, until all are extinguished as the fuel is spent, reduced to ...
Moses of the Lake
I’d walked down to the lake to get a bit of sunshine to escape the chill and the shade of my thoughts yesterday, he was there as well-- Moses he’d stumbled down the sandy mount a bottle-cap-litter beach the debris of stone’s hard-will broken, by tides never wearying he'd been ...
turquoise eternity
she’s a lovely killer as she hovers above my silent wonder her shadow, cast east chases her spread-winged splendor as wind gusts from the west pull at her stillness and she drifts slowly away tho her feathers untroubled and the sea’s churning infinity distant many miles from this place the ...