a poem is a sermon
They say to run your blade against the grain if you would safely slice in meat or wood, yet seek the easy way out when we should accept that gain and glory require pain. What makes us human, with our massive brains, is that we choose to suffer, when we could select to run our […]
What sense can you make of such a world where kindness and consideration fail, and ignorance, its angry, hard fist curled, destroys all to build more graveyards and jails? When hatred’s flag has been proudly unfurled, has culture’s last ship onward set its sails? What sense can one make of this world when kindness and […]
The music that you came to hear: a sonic bridge that helps you cross some gulf of time no longer near, or spend as a mere hour’s loss, so in the maelstrom sound’s great fosse you find your sorrows light to bear, your jagged rocks made soft with moss, the music that you came to […]
I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, I dream of crackles in the kerosene that sizzle ’til there’s nothing left; I cannot […]
Down at the bar we sit and wait, as if our glory days, so great, still might return anon. We act younger throughout the night, so we forget, while we get tight, that halcyon is gone. And all the girls who tend the bar, pretend to laugh, but just so far; it’s hard to hide […]
Good grief! What else did you expect? A world set suddenly to rights, some glibly promised golden dawn, rough places sanded down to plain, and milk and honey handed out to both devout and infidel? Instead, you got a fresh train wreck: horrific days and sleepless nights, with conflict that just lingers on and brings […]
Believe it: in a moment’s time, what plans you’ve made can all unwind and with a splash of turpentine your canvas is again a blank. No matter the expense and time in pigment, brushes, sweat and wine, no other act is as sublime: your canvas is again a blank. Perhaps it’s opportunity: to start again, […]