Ammunition
There’s an oppressive amount of stuff in my garage.It is opulently overstuffed — grotesque even —in its betrayal of my …
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All the Way Home
Studs Terkel: “Working is about the search for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as …
Twinkle Twinkle I Love You
“Theology is the art of making simple things incredibly complicated, while pretending to make them perfectly clear.” — AnonymousMy wife …
Common Purpose
Maggie Smith: “We are a chorus of voices, singing in the dark, trying to find the light.”You rub against the …
The Big Bang – A Love Story For My Wife
Albert Einstein: “Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.”There’s a story to tell about starlight,the passion play it …
Poetry of Other Worlds
The night sky:an avalanche of darkness.The ripening stars:splashes of light filled dust,flying islands of burning souls,frontiers at the beginning of …
No Inspiration
The sun is orange-red pumpkin-plump and ripe,as if to prove stardust isn’t inanimate.Clouds pied on the horizon, day’s embers.Crickets fill …
Belief
Albert Camus: “There is no love of life without despair about life.”My door opens on the day:The sun rises in …
Listening to the Dead
“…almost as if I’m making her and this poem and my pastup as I go, to help me feel nothinggoes …
Early Morning Light
Sky’s pregnant blue,golden aurora, gathered, focused.Wildflowers’ colors: magnetic,iridescent, nacreous -footlights in the field.Daybreak is a hologram,the impressionist’s dream, alivein this …
Poetry on the run 