First Sunday of Lent 2018 – a poem

Walking in the woods one groggy and misty morning, I happened upon a crossroad not seen before I had walked this path before Perhaps the ivy had covered the cross Perhaps the mildewing leaves Perhaps my preoccupied thoughts of grandeur and worry and pain and...

Broken In The Fall

From the cleft of the rock I fell Fast and hard Yet it was a drifting. A floating Gravity of self-sufficient pride and curiosity Believing I knew. I could not be told. Because I would not listen For your finger had pushed me out. You said it was coming. You warned me...

Infirm Firmament

We are but a breath Gone as quickly as our names are spoken expired as – soon – as our own is gone utterances in the night that are soon broken We are but a mist Though thick in the night is chased away at the dawning of the heat Gone forever from our own...

There Never Was a Day

There never was a day when you did not cry Yeah, deep down inside. Underneath the laughter and sarcasm and glances, You’d find your soul weeping and thrashing about Looking deep down inside Looking for hope and meaning and purpose When everything. Everyone...

“Metaphysical Realism”

“Metaphysical Realism” Talk to assuage the guilt Feign to answer questions Our lips move Our hearts stirred. By some transcendent necessity to explain the why We plot We plan We put tuxes on corpses while formaldehyde fills their veins Mimicking life. We...