The Guy at McDonald’s/Cool Grandma
The guy at McDonald’s doesn’t know…It was a bitch to get moving this morningbecause a million speckled memories of pastmistakes, regrets, sad hours, memories heldme to the bed as I tried to wake up....
View Articlewet trail of falling
Drizzle of raindrops across a broken rose its sunburnt edges of yellowing leaves green grass blades Drip and drizzle moves shimmers rolls plops to another petal falls drifts streaks wet trail of...
View ArticleOne Touch
One touch. Handshake a million years ago meaning -- only the imprinted energy remained your signature written in the palm of my hand. Continue reading →
View ArticleHow will you serve the world?
The shift of creating from a more personal perspective to creating as a way of serving the world wasn't totally new to me. My first writings and Infinity Forum Magazine were easily "activist oriented"...
View Articlehow she loves
As the mirror loves The face reflected – As the water loves The sun that warms it – As the lake loves The night that chills it – As the air loves The lungs that breathe it – As the … Continue reading →
View Articlethe old bones of the past
~of Michael We talk over the old bones of the past, The way people sitting beside a campfire Take a stick and poke the dying embers of flame Licking the last log-remnants Burning in the night air of...
View Articlethe God of your Soul-Self
Walking toward Photography in search of a How To book that isn’t there — I turn toward the whispering shelves of poetry– Hafiz, Billy Collins, Rilke, Rumi, a chorus calling me to take them home. I do....
View ArticleAdventure Days
“Awake, Oh Sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.” ~Ephesians 5:14 We fall into the place of forgetting how precious the living is, the deep joy of ocean breeze …...
View Articlethe heated promise of a new day
hot frantic need to touch everything within you heart, soul, mind, spirit, knowing Being Love consumed in fire Continue reading →
View ArticleGoogle Photos Reminds Me in Backup
Today, I woke up dreaming of the warm loving arms of a man whose heart is Sacred and Holy and I decided after coffee and writing poems, it was time to erase your pictures from my phone. Continue reading →
View ArticlePain of War & Living
These halls, these chairs, these walls encasing whispered moans and memories of wars and those gone soldiers that never made it home to America, to sit here, to wait on the doctor to see them at the VA...
View ArticleA New Song
~for Mickey 12/2019 The old man tells me of his friend (and I am his friend) as we drive home from dinner. He falls to weeping over the buddy he sang with in the church quartet all those many …...
View Articleteach me of swimming
Tell me of floating and what that bed touches in the back that rests there. Continue reading →
View Articleseeing another seeker with empty hands
We are a greedy and gracious lot depending on our need in that hour. Sometimes hoarding because we need every syllable God whispers. Sometimes generous seeing another seeker with empty hands...
View ArticleChance
In Egypt there are camels feeding. In Tahiti there are frogs jumping. They may not meet In this lifetime On this journey. In Kansas there is a wheat field dancing. In England there is a muddy river...
View Articlewe love by degrees
~August 2019 We love by degrees of shadow and light. The old man tells a fishing story his eyes filling up with sea mist. The young man touts the size of his dick, the number of conquests his eyes …...
View Articlebut poets know
There is a reason the snake bite must be cut and bled, a mouth needed to suck the poison out, spit it away into nothingness. Continue reading →
View Articlefrom the shadow blooms
Her fear enters the door ahead of her. The fragile-silk side-step fear of trespass that tells you she knows too many dark hours — that she is a flower from the shadow blooms beneath branches blocking...
View Articlestretched thin with yearning
That desert sea of sand holds the roots in mystery as the reaching toward heaven begins — hot rolling hours change the day moving into hours of darkness and chill wind blows in, howling, from the ocean...
View Articleall the jewels
It was his birthstone – and a color he often wore. But, all those years together it was a stone in my hand, a jagged crystal tower on my desk. When we ended — all the jewels fell to the … Continue...
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