My world is in pain There is war, both visible And invisible Murder and torture Ubiquitous indifference Killing for profits Sheep to the slaughter Machinations of power There is no honor in it Let the people go The many, dying for bread Thirst for clean water They are innocent Toiling for […]Read more "Pain and Toil (Haiku Series)"
It is wrong to deny women and men the freedom to be married. It is wrong and Un-American. It is inhuman, against humanity. There is a continuing struggle over civil liberties and human rights in our culture, and around the world. It is a struggle that divides Americans at every level; in […]Read more "On the Freedom to Marry – Part I"
Reflections in a broken mirror Life’s jagged contours, conforming In the pale and faded mirror A thousand pieces of me In a thousand pieces of glass A million specs of silver…dust Look there I am smaller than a splinter I have known beauty I washed in her pools I drank from her cup […]Read more "Broken"
Life presents questions And I desire answers, give Me keys to the mysteries There is compulsion A relentless drive to see Truth, beauty, goodness Cloistered and alone Fists pounding in silent rage Alienation Echo is silent The forgotten muse retreats In the muffled dark In the womb of fear Scratching images of hope On the […]Read more "Mystery"
Observation It is cool in the house The cool of early September, it will give way To warmth in the day, then dissipate There is ragweed in the air The pollen is scratching my throat Raking my sinuses, my head is pounding The phlox outside my kitchen window Bears the softest tone, […]Read more "Observation – September 2nd, 2017"
It was dark, deep dark In the middle of the night The witching hour passed My cat is sleeping She is curled up on her chair She does little else There is a rattle Noises come from the upstairs The house is creaking A car rolls past, bass Booming down the avenue […]Read more "Observation – August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday"
A compass reveals the way A floating needle pointing true The poles of the floating world Listen, the abyss in not empty It is full of dreams, and sleepers Eyes half closed, and falling Hushed, empty, and silent Cold hands easing the descentRead more "Lamplight Part II"