Category Archives: Poems

You can see the path, the route the deer took, if only you look. The soil is pressed, leaves are flat, twigs are broken. The little brown pebbles they leave as tokens in white snow, in green grass, in orange … Continue reading →

After years of fallings down, what if, without them, I still fall down? Ashes, ashes if I still fall down. Dust to dust if I can’t stand up.

His soul now, robed in wonder, trailing light, fueled by joy. Nothing now can weigh his back, no tears can quench his fire, no pain can hinder his motion, no stumble in his path. His soul, now free, travels.

I am dying to live! Aching for a life beyond the womb. Caring little for a life beyond the tomb, this existance full enough, once at a time. So, for now, At the edge of this storm blasted sea cliff, … Continue reading →

I am envious of the unborn, the fetus nestled in mothers womb or in the minds of little girls who only play at cribs and dollies. I am jealous of that first smack and cry. For though he may be … Continue reading →

Manure, ice, straw, blood greet the winter birth. Fascinating, hypnotic to watch a holsteins travail. The gory infant, hooves and nose first, a baby bull, destined for slaughter. The struggle for the right to struggle for short sucks on an … Continue reading →

I ache for men who cannot cry. Who, for whatever reason, bottle their pain in stiff lipped containers. Who twist inside, contort the soft framework of their souls so not to let one tear slip from their eyes to wash … Continue reading →

Timothy, the lumbering dumb puppy, paws to big for his legs, ears to long for his head, followed innocently after Big Red, the setter, chasing cars, trucks, tractors, with puppies daring, but no skill. The lumbering dumb puppy had no … Continue reading →

Hollow jangles, clanks, bounced off cold gray blocks and patterns of steel. Echoes reechoed, echoed and died. Faces stared through thin cracks, peep holes of cells. Eyes followed feet past door,wall,face, bar, door, wall, face, bar, gone down corridors through … Continue reading →

In answer to my curious, but not morbid question, “I wonder how I’ll die?” comes another question asked by the Evesdropper, far off. “Now, Kenneth,it doesn’t matter, really, does it? Enjoy pink blossoms, turquoise sky, long smooth thigh… I’ll call … Continue reading →