Poetry

Note to the Wall from a Fixer

As one who is historically a wall Myself - steadfast -brave -keeper and giver of confidence -cool yet porous- alive …and so shrapnel-scarred as others expect demand delude over –and- underestimate others and try to take shots over my head, pound me for the si[...]



Struggle at Pnuel

What hurt most was the lack of recognition / when I bumped into myself last night; / I surfaced by the river / in no light, / and asked myself my name, / old fool that I am - - / till it hit me, by (of all things) / pulling at my leg.



House

This is not a House of God.



Serenity Prayer for a Hunter

Some spaces wiser not to fill; Hunger is more useful than the kill.



Triangle Triptych

vicky-cristina-barcelona I know it’s autumn because the yearly Torah reading cycle is back at Genesis, with all of the complex internecine business – Betrayal! Sex! Murder! – that being human, even the kind that talks to God, seems to brings with it. It’s the time of year I like to bring out my biblical poetry (every girl needs some in her repertoire, no?) and post it for the four or six people who appreciate it. Speci[...]



Mid-Winter Poetry Craving

Old Pier Pilings Along Beach ....Here's an oldie I dug out from my files; Winter always makes me crave poetry...and poetry always makes me crave...craving.



Dust. Wind. Dude.

desert-storm-by-sandman There is a familiar pit in my stomach that tells me I must put something down on paper. So to speak. It's a pit that reminds me of other pits, that makes me 16 again, and 26, all the years joined by a common physiological sense of being carried by an idea or a feeling, literally hungry for something to write. Medical science will tell you that the pit is the work of the vagus nerve in my abdomen, which[...]



Weekly Verse

photo by: massdistraction So, you want people? Let them in, but just so much past the door; otherwise they will either park on your soul or you will end up wanting more. Choose: Which welcome mat position? You lose yourself, Or you simply lose.



Nadab

photo: The Simpsons, from Jon Pattillo's Blog Leviticus 10:1-3 Brother, these rules will be the death of us: this “how to please me” this tutorial of the soul. How can passion wear a girdle? Answer questions? Wash? Where is the sacrifice in this ritual if our flesh isn’t in it?



Turnpike Insomnia

photo by: bankbryan Being the only one awake life stands still; I am timeless with no company, no measuring stick of kitchen or toys. It’s now about whatever I can push into the empty closet of two a.m., in a house full of little (and one big) boys.