No one knows below the shell We don't live there Instead confusing our senses For what is the real real. The green and wind And perfumed forests Hamlets and white fences And pretty things and money Stickers and beer Billboards and bikinis And hospitals and tire swings They are all, only the beginning Or maybe … Continue reading Miracle Grow
Love Behold
There’s no clamouring in my head, I want to hike and tend the garden and exhausted, settling in my bed breathe a breath of peace and freedom. In a world where neighbours care enough not to interfere when your family is protected but not by those who’s tool is fear. In a child’s … Continue reading Love Behold
What if I’m right
I can be like the river I am like the river I have that available to me But who wants to be a river When you can be right? Certainly not me. We've had to make ourselves so small So we can understand what is not understandable. Zoom in. Zoom in. Zoom in. Smaller, smaller, … Continue reading What if I’m right
All around the Hamlet Mist shrouds green And pokes of roof Field unfurls to mountain and stream Runs over a billion stones The symphony of water And birdsong in the forgetting light And people spending time with one another. The Earth is not an elder It is not up to the Earth. The Earth is … Continue reading
The pump is primed It's been some time Fertile and frantic Earth Fertile to give and frantic to live Every breath betrays The stillness of mist on mountains Even the animals Especially the animals Fight to survive Must fight to survive. And yet such sublime light And smell of gentle forest and hillside And lilacs … Continue reading
The Subtle Silk Of Life
It's a particularly sensitive morning I, personally, am wavering Between obsessive, habitual guilt And parental concern for my punishing ways. Between answers and questions Questioning the rightness of my life I believe in questions, More than answers And so, this goes with the territory. And because there's no question between life and death (as we … Continue reading The Subtle Silk Of Life
Growing Up
"I am a rock, I am an island... and a rock feels no pain and an island never cries" - Paul Simon When I became a man, I put away childish things - 1 Corinthians There is nothing to be ashamed of Your stacking of the rocks of your island has been a measure of … Continue reading Growing Up
Reporting for Duty
Reporting for duty Makes me a good man It's not the duty It's the reporting What a life Without a heart And without a feeling We are missing What a life We think we know And all of it without a heart And reaching And teaching Without a heart And reporting for duty Without a … Continue reading Reporting for Duty
You Can’t Run Away From Yourself
A boy has never learned real trust the kind that grows down deep internal his father points to what he must and all of it, it is external
A Young Boy Amidst The Din And Papers Of The World
And even as he wonders if that is all there is He knows it can't be true because he is alive.
The Power Of Humans
Two people loved each other It was clear and true between them They did not understand what hurt meant They did not know it was possible They lived, in love. There was a person who was afraid Why? We do not know And, for now, it doesn’t matter This person knows hurt is possible They … Continue reading The Power Of Humans
What is love
What is love but the leftovers after the plates and dishes of the soul the scraps and spills and the dirty wine glasses lipsticked rims have been cleared away That, is love. What is love but the remains after the war and torn bodies have gone back to the earth and the machines are silent … Continue reading What is love
