Requiem for a sleepy God
When the fog of anguish blocks sensory contact of your feet with the floor of your bedroom, or the hallway leading out of your condo, or the snow covered sidewa...
Category: Poetics
Get your sunrise any way you can
I’m sitting in a Second-Cup corner chair behind a large plate glass window, listening to counter clatter and the general jump-start stirrings of a new day. Coff...
Held upon the earth – forward unknown
I saw two pigeons delight in flight, not believing their good fortune at a warm November wind, flashing white undersides of wings, climbing higher until their g...
Sit still as you walk
Be still as a picture. Draw upon the wisdom of four seasons. The texture of a cloud, the green of a lake, the scent of sod, the cool under thatch. The transluce...