Category Archives: Poems

Sabbath doesn’t MEAN anything. It’s not a metaphor for Holiness, nor a memorial for Creation or Liberation or Redemption. Sabbath, IS. Soul, Spirit, Sacred, wholly Holy in the physical universe. A sunset to sunset time of no time in our … Continue reading →

It used to be, when I got hard, I’d just pull off my pants. Now it’s just hard to pull my pants- off.

No matter how much I love you, and love to touch you, I will always desire to be with you more, tomorrow. No matter how fine it is to remember your hand in mine in September, it will always be … Continue reading →

When my Chileian friend shouted, “Quidado, Rubio! Es peligroso!” I got the idea she didn’t want me caught in the rip off that Antofagasta playa. But when the chimes chime for dinner in my backyard bird diner and my multi-feathered … Continue reading →

Even among all the multitudes of mysteries. The gold laced misty clouds. The joyous choir. The awe inspiring spirit of the Saints. The hardy, happy crowds of saved souls searching for their addresses in their new neighborhoods. The booming laughter … Continue reading →

Darlinda’s gyroscope was just a little crooked, maybe 5 or seven degrees off. So, she didn’t spin, exactly. She wobbled. Somehow, though, she managed to stay upright, blending a weird centripetal with an unpredictable centrifugal, resulting in the delightful, darling … Continue reading →

I slow wake to an early winter morning. The sky is sliding from a midnights’s dark, opaque into a low glow mist, as Gods fingers on todays reostat turn us towards the light. We keep our thermostat set low for … Continue reading →

Like the drowsy, still-almost-asleep man who rouses himself from his bed, stumbles into his bathroom, pisses, flushes, splashes water from the tap onto his face to clear his head of cobwebs, to awaken himself, to spur himself into the day, … Continue reading →

Since my pacemaker install and Eloquis regimen, I cold easily. Used to be my wife would, shivering, snuggle up to me beneath the covers for a midnight warming. Now, she is the oven in the bed. Often, even a single … Continue reading →

North Carolina, mid-winter, mid morning, Carolina blue sky, a gentle cold in the air. I sit, still and quiet among the just filled bird-feeders in my back yard. Sitting motionless in the crispness is a cheap price to pay for … Continue reading →