Category Archives: Poems

When we see no end to the diminishment, the final scene stretching on and on, for what else are we forgiven to pray, than for strength to manufacture a conclusion, a self-inflicted period to end our sentence. The punctuation of … Continue reading →

How the heart holds old hurts, remembers the last kiss on his forehead, the final farewell. Dads ashes, poured off the old diving rock where he taught me, where he caught me in his arms, disolving in the sea. Even … Continue reading →

Who taught the black capped chickadee to eat the sunflower seed? To peck along the gray stripped shell, extract the meal, to munch it well? How did the first one learn that trick , then pass it on to her … Continue reading →

If only we had never sinned so I might, as Adam before the apple, say, “Morning, Father! How are you today?” And hear Him answer, not “Have you considered my servant, Job?” or, “Saul! Saul! Why are you persecuting Me?” … Continue reading →

Secret saints surround us, hidden well among the human camo concealing them. Among wet backs harvesting grapes. Dodging traffic on city streets. Sitting in silent solitude in a nursing home. Rocking on a Savannah porch, wreathed in wisteria. At sea, … Continue reading →

A wet, gray Super Bowl Sunday Two great teams face each other across the bloody line. May the best survive. I sit on a hard chair in ICU Room 204. My love sleeps on her breathing bed. She dozes, wakes, … Continue reading →

What would I do if my beautiful silver belle, my wife, who, if I can make her laugh, I’ve justified my life for, at least, that day or eternity, could no longer, because of some grotesque surgical gaff, laugh? The … Continue reading →

I need to see the Spirit in the tree, to hear the Song in the wash of the sea, to walk to a Beat beyond my feet. Else all is stone. Else all is bone. Else my death is naught … Continue reading →

Suddenly, the sun turns a winters dark morning into a glowing blue light. Late Januarys full moon adds her white shine to this lovely illusion. My first step outside for the paper, I sense a scent of Spring just around … Continue reading →

Standing by the side of the urinal so my hair drying wife at the mirror won’t see the pee wizzing into the bowl. That she will hear it hit, hardly matters since only seeing is believing, besides, the tinkling faucet … Continue reading →