Monthly Archives: November 2013


“Pieces of the poem fell in fragments Like the pictured windows of ancient cathedrals Shattered by a rock they fell with no floor in sight.” And so do we, Fall from the platforms we have built, The cognitive structures designed To keep us safe. The Truth we seek may well exist But we are sized […]

The Hunched Man and Other Poems: page 3

The room surrounded him: Objects of desire Obtained by firing his imagination And hiring I its stead A head of numbers and receipts. Everyone wants to get ahead, but what kind of a head is left unmentioned. We are taught to funnel our selves into a pre-scribed future, written by wannabe doctors of Eco nomics, […]

As If it Were Our Own: page 18

Poetry picking Comes in and out of season Without reason. So you learn to keep your Theme snatcher nearby And hope you and the Low hanging fruit meet Where the slope is not too steep. When that happens Your soul and mind begin to dance And you know why words were born.

Exit Stage Left

I went to a memorial service two days ago, a service for an old friend from my work a- day- world of some years ago. In another week I will go to a service for another friend, an ex-student from another time, another life, another script. At the first service there were many of the […]