New Poem: Christmas Poem
[ image source ] Christmas Poem The year begins with this sacred child born into a manger, wrapped in wool, crying with all the might of its lungs, bemoaning its separation from source. We all... More »
[ image source ] Christmas Poem The year begins with this sacred child born into a manger, wrapped in wool, crying with all the might of its lungs, bemoaning its separation from source. We all... More »
[ image source ] Winter Solstice The year devours itself, eternal collapse, the long darkness, negation of light, a cold clear December night -- all is quiet all is calm -- awaiting the morning sunlight... More »
I've always liked this poem. Drunk As Drunk Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of... More »
[ image source ] The School Of Metaphysics Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim and officious And wears... More »
[ Jackson Pollock ] I. No Subject moths to a flame / so many days spent looking at the sun / but why does the moon feel cold undone / windows open into a room... More »
Wow, tough day today. Some of my friends and clients are out of a job . There's not a lot to be grateful for, but still, there is gratitude. 1) I am OK. I've lost... More »
Some things I am grateful for today: 1) The monsoon. We had an amazing microburst storm tonight knocked out the power for a couple of hours. I love the heavy rain and wind that comes... More »
I am grateful tonight for a new poem: Monsoon Season I like gentle rain, the kind that softens the earth, guides leaves to the ground, gets beneath the skin, the way memories lie just beneath... More »
[ image source ] Cuttings This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life? I can... More »
It's going to be 110 degrees here today, 114 tomorrow and 111 on Thursday. [ image source ] Cold Morning by Eamon Grennan Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight... More »