Category: Writing


Tis!

Existence
is is-ism, isn’t
it?

Chagall 2016

Meddle

I am
in awe
of all.

I name
it God.

Now I’ve
lost the
wonder.

Chagall 2016

…I May, Wish I Might

Low-intensity
red stars
around us
everywhere
dim and unseen

The brightest
are fewer
but we see them
no matter how
far away

Yes they’re the first
to burn then fade
flickers at the rim
of time

Since Creation
there’s not
a smaller M-type star
that’s yet died

Chagall 2016

She handed me an oar
pointing to the small dugout
there on the bank

Row briskly
downstream
warily

God is
real

Life is naught –
a dream

Chagall 2016

Mantra By Murder

I’ve quieted
my inner voice
by holding its head
underwater

an imaginary pond
there in the darkness
immersed until the bubbles
stop

till bright sun fills
the void to dry
up all the water

evaporates
leaves
no trace
behind

no evidence of voice simply
silence

only
now

Chagall 2016

My Demand To The Gifts

I’m surprised
More things
Don’t break

Chagall 2016

8 Billion Person March

To those who see
in infra-red
we are all
the same color

Chagall 2016

Once

There’s an artist in France
collects heartbeats

Tens upon tens of
thousands of
pulses

Moments in lives of
those who will
in time be gone

Survived
only by these

I wonder does
the data show
if broken hearts
beat softer

Chagall 2016

Pith

In the granite
of the mountain
that separates
me from her I
chiseled:

Sarah,
I’ll be
back in 5.

Chagall 2016

 

Writing Process – Take 2

Tidal locks keep us aligned
face to face we move
each others waves

Moons coo
while
we spoon

(But spooning isn’t
face to face
is it?)

Crap – need to start again.

TAKE 2

We are tidal locked
face to face we move
each others waves

A cooing moon
you turn
we spoon

Two sink deep
to hold breath
underwater

Alright, O.K. – not a bad revision.

Chagall 2016

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