full moon
The night descending
took me with it
into the long row, laid open
like a wound in the earth.
I wished to plant myself
within it, and knelt,
craving the coolness,
but then
the moon came peeking
round … read full post
fear (four poems)
meekness (four poems)
war
Could it be that being
is the greatest
act of war?
very serious business
Bend
lower, still lower
until your eye is level
with the little creatures.
Take note of their business,
the very serious business
of being
chipmunks, … read full post
rage (four poems)
bon-fire
Before it got too dark to see
we gathered
fallen leaves
and snap-dry sticks
and tepeed them there
in the pit.
My father crumpled up
yesterday’s newspaper,
my brother struck the match.
With our backs to the night,
we … read full post
wrath: four poems
i. zeal for this house
I’ve been so long tending
this old fire in my chest,
that I forget what sparked it.
But it still keeps me warm
when I worry that
I might someday be wrong.
I’ve been so … read full post
peace (four poems)
rainplay
The pit-pat of rain
and little feet,
the splash of a puddle then
like liquid laughter, and
the storm is just another
plaything
to tiny toes.
artesian well
Perhaps
the hole will fill gradually,
as long-filtered rains seep down, … read full post
gluttony (four poems)
“The storm, the blackout, the quiet sea
You went running right into it, away from me…”
“So Far, So Fast,” The National
maelstrom
He said then,
“Do not free me.
The sea is hungry,
and I have no strength to … read full post
white space
am I willing
to do nothing
but wait?
to set aside
the notion that
I change things
that my words
change things
that my words
change me
cease striving
be still
know
that I am
only because You are
that … read full post
contempt (four poems)
“I do not understand what I do.” The Apostle Paul (Romans 7:15)
i. the mirrors
The day arrived
when the darkness crept in
like a lame animal
and wrapped itself
round my feet in repose.
It sighed, and I sighed,… read full post
palm sunday, ’19
I was reading about a church
that did away with the Palm Sunday processional this year
for clarity’s sake,
to add weight to the final days of Christ,
when my wife asked me to take out the trash.
The bag … read full post
grief (four poems)
me & you
Ice
at the tip of my finger,
smooth
on the glass, a smudge
against my other eyes,
staring back at a face I know.
I see you in me,
all backwards in the mirror,
all wrong within … read full post