a poem is a sermon
Halfway up to Shreveport driving to outrun the storm I knew somehow there’d be no going back. There was no sign yet of water and the breeze was soft and warm but the skyline in the rearview mirror was black. We had a hunch that morning we should go; thinking that we’d just be gone […]
H elpless in the laughing face of elemental change u nloosed as a pointed reminder that we each exist – r eally, at the mercy of the Mother’s loving hands, the r ight extending blessing, while the left removes our veiled i llusions of reality. When humans pause and c ontemplate their permanence beyond wild […]
It matters not how much the wind may blow, nor if the seas should rise up through the floor; the anchor of my craft is sunk below, and I am to this spot moored evermore. Should this fierce season flail its storms at me and seek to wrest my hold from this small spot, to […]
Today spring cleaning must begin for real: let winter’s dull and hibernating dust find ends of brooms; quick, scour away the rust to let the nearing sunlight glint reveal the sparkled surface that has long been marred by candles and their residue of ash; and that stockpile of season’s greetings cash, if not gone, spend […]
Last night a storm rolled slowly in the thunder muffled by the air so heavy, like a mortar’s crack or heavy rifle silenced with a potato at its barrel end, wrapped in layers of gauze; it could only slowly make its way along the pea-soup night and felt that it was far away instead of […]
cywydd deuair hyrion April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and the steel wool gray and ominous gathered clouds have the horizon shrouded. The spring that […]
Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the dry leaves’ dance along the street, edges scraping on the concrete; the slow advance of […]