Category Archives: Poems

I don’t need to die to fly off to the Kingdom. It’s in my back yard among the bird feeders. While I sit on the white metal folding chair, comoflagued by the bushes on the fringes our wood lot, they … Continue reading →

Two rainbow striped umbrellas, well anchored in the sand, opened wide, creating a cooling circle in the sun. Two rainbow striped chairs, partially reclined, empty now. On two low plastic tables set beside the chairs waited two cups holding frosty … Continue reading →

Grandpa owned a print shop just off Bleeker, near Canal. Four antique, (even back then!) vertical letter presses in a space the size of my current living room! After he walked across the border between Canada and America, to finish … Continue reading →

Christmas week begins with todays Sabbath shower of Holiness. (Thank you Abraham Joshua) A week of memorial reparticipation in the arrival of the Re-creator, the birth of Redemption, a world illuminated by the extraordinary light of the Redeemers appearance, this … Continue reading →

When I can no longer bend my body far enough to wipe the residual shit away and have no hose-hooked-shower-head to bidet off the little dangling dingleberries stuck to my anus hairs, comes the memory of Willie A, my college-dorm … Continue reading →

My wife and I make our bed every morning, our liturgy in a ritualized worship of order. I know! It’s not like there’s gonna be a stream of visitors to our rumpus room. The bed police are not setting up … Continue reading →

In a plastic, weekly, pill holder, (compartments labeled M…T…W… and so forth), are all the vitamins, minerals and dietary supplements I take from day to day. For convenience sake, I swallow Fish-Oil, Saw Palmetto, and Vitamin E in gel form … Continue reading →

At last we’ve won the sought-for-joys that any man would crave. And we were right when we fought the fight till the bloody owners caved. Now we have a fiddler and a caller our songs to call so with-your-arms held … Continue reading →

PROPHESY: The prophet must prophesy with the vaguest, most generalized applicability possible. Specificity, always the enemy of prophesy. Creating anticipation never actualized, this the prophets goal. Thus he is never wrong, and always employed. RAGE: must always be tactical, never … Continue reading →

If you’ve read my poems, you know I have the joy of feeding birds in a back-yard–fast-food-free-fly-zone of shepherds crooks, hung with suet holders, stuffed and Droll Yankee Spinners filled with black oil sun flower seeds. It’s a hobby. More, … Continue reading →