from a longer poem
poetry

from a longer poem

I have a job to keep and to think of being rid, as I walk to the quotidian places and faces, my shoulders heavy and ridden by webs of willowy time: never enough, a thing to forget, a thing to weave together and wonder at its tapestry and heavy-laden design. All these people, wearing cloaks … Continue reading

poetry

I have made an armistice and bound my hands together in prayer, not apart and holding to yours. No more. I have left it behind for the rolling and romping truce I have made twixt God and I. I heave in waves to solve you and dissolve your shade in the sun. The sky isn’t … Continue reading

Excerpts
poetry

Excerpts

from a poem I’m writing about my brother He took to evangelism early. Japan first. He always got sick, yet stayed and ministered to the temple-goers, stood before the small gods and sang in a language that the people did not understand, unless he were to sing “Hotel California” the teenage anthem of the Japanese. … Continue reading

Sunset
poetry

Sunset

Have you ever heard the clang of bells or do you know the sound of fireworks? Do you know the warmth of crackling hearths? The sky today is all these things. The highest silky ribbon sings like bells, the metal launching with its sound the hushed commence of day or heralding its close as in … Continue reading

Watershed
poetry

Watershed

For all my wisdom, I find it plumbs no deeper than a puddle’s bottom. Sitting shallow now in sidewalk cracks, I once came from the deep. A rainstorm took me thence and could carry me back, bearing drops like me to watersheds. When rivers, whose courses merge and braid, bear me off, what little height … Continue reading