a poem is a sermon
Now to the Doldrums we have come, our sails gone limp, weighed down and still, and not a breath of wind is left to draw from old Poseidon’s lungs. The brackish air insults what brawn we strain to heave against the oars to gain an inch or two, no more, while taunting, sweltered hours crawl. […]
When in the winter, I shall stand a bare tree tall on frozen land there may be some who choose to rake among the leaves left in my wake and into separate piles by hue divide these skeletons. But who can tell by looking at them from the long rake’s length, when the snows come […]
If I never saw another morning sky nor waked to hear the sparrows on the lawn, if roses gave no scent when I walked by and all the butterflies were dead and gone, there still would be their memory in my mind (for beauty is not merely for the sense) and every place I looked […]
I found I knew you, and then you were gone; they seem too brief, the paths that we wandered, and though in my memory you live on it feels like so many days were squandered. The things that I should have said, I never spoke; so much has been left here unresolved. Had I guessed […]
There are times when new growth is a bad thing. When that dark shadow creeps into your life, touching healthy cells with its withering hand, defying the surgeon’s careful knife as it gains momentum and saps your strength, the possibility of loss is real; You start measuring time in smaller lengths, and hope that at […]
If there is a principle in my life that stands behind any visible act or serves to motivate in times of strife, it is this very simple and small fact: I have been given many things to keep, some of which may need to be protected, and a dear few, watched over while they sleep; […]
… so now, after seven years of bad luck – after that sudden crippling twist of fate, when all the shit he threw just turned to muck, just when you thought things weren’t going so great in a second or two it is resolved, and most certainly life will change from this point; after all […]