The great-green horizon It fills my field of vision Into the beyond Fear and self-loathing The hot chains of jealousy Green, the emerald fire Past all despairing Into the Hell-mouth, falling Its green teeth gnashing Tumble down the path The little hate, pale as Death In the green mourning Drums pound in the heart Hot […]Read more "Green"
We do not hate those who we do not fear Free your mind from their noxious poison Fear, the little death Hate, the destroyer The Judgments born of anxiety, kill Infecting like a virus, they blind us With the sickness of violence And sorrow Face what you fear, now Obliterate it Love those who you […]Read more "Fear (A Reflection on the Litany)"
Emergence 2.0 A Novel – In 55 Words a Day Day 358, December 24th, 2017 Epilog: Part One – Surrender Kathy had only one option, to let go. Feeling the psychic blow from the cataclysm on Earth, she surrendered to it. She had prepared for this her entire life. […]Read more "Emergence, In Fifty-five Words, Epilog – Collected Parts"
Mother, ancient-one Mother, goddess of the field We plead for mercy Mother, ancient-one We need you, spare your children Misery and doom My prayer is a plea How much blood do you require? Flesh, the human feast Mother forgive us Virgin Mother, goddess, light Winged crone, darkest night Faith, I pray […]Read more "Propitiation"
The forests were fenced in by houses and industry, by commerce encircling Like the walls of a prison The forests in the city were relics, a museum pieces, growing in their ancient place Where the forest has always been, like an alien The forests was perpetually […]Read more "Mystery"
Morning 1. Humans trespassing Confused in the moonless night Cold in the morning 2. A narrow window Sunrise in the morning, blush Lost, and looking back 3. Soft color of morning Red and orange and dusty pink Blush on the mountain 4. Spring in the desert Morning dew lingers, a feast […]Read more "Forty Days in the Desert (Haiku Series in Forty Parts)"
The world in shadow The falling rain is poison Look, there is nothing Fertilize with pain Gardeners with their shovels Dig beneath gray skies Nothing to choose from The cultivation of thorns A heart piercing loss Is there purpose here Death of honesty, and grace Smothered with deceit All our plans […]Read more "Loss of Faith"