To Ana

Ana, Your grave lies small beside the grass, which short–I hear the sound of mowers still rises higher than the marbled flat within the ground. This place we laid you: never once to see the sun, or the brown and dying blades of life. But now the grass is green again and now the sun […]

The Gift of Grief

And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to live

Morning Loss

Green umbrella by the ocean shifted into sifting sand— little grains of crystalled rock-dust blowing toward the endless blue. – She shifts and lays aside her novel, blue as water far away where the wave line meets the sky wall like eternal, bright and fey. – Up above, the halcyon sky shine scatters light; a […]

Mary’s Memoriam

Broken like a casket box– then waves of sudden cold puddle on the head and hair dripping off the beard. Overpowering all else an earthen, floral note– extravagant, and rich embarrassment of eager zeal. – Lasting for a moment–just the ostentatious show outpoured, and used and sudden–gone. a year of lavished work. Just so–the trail […]

Close of Day

They came at close of Sabbath day. Two solitary figures, they just as the sun had set. Where once it threw its blazing life light into view the sky around; before the orange gild had died away into the silent death and gray of night. And rested there, some place deep in earth, where it […]

Regicide

Wide around the world there rang the sounds of mercy from the heaven-skies. Shepherds flocked and people gawked and crowds saw love distilled before their eyes. Across the city of the king the sounds of judgement ripped the clouds apart. People mocked and Satan stalked as Life was deathed with Haven’s stricken cries. […]

Dear Cross

Dear cross, I too, with tangled view would bow before the beams which held the body of our mutual lord and king. – The every lash, of my tongue’s cash of caramelized iniquity I come in anxious sorrowful to bring – Whole storms of lust, at every thrust that felled my heart’s façade of good […]

Lamb for Easter

We gather together to eat with joy the life that died so that we would not starve at all… or ever

Tenacity of Life

The grass grows tall and green again and death is covered—at Verdun.

Ships

Every morning, with the sun I rise and journey to the docks just where the ships arrive bearing goods for me. – High-stash holds of boxes filled with dazzled thoughts and softer light or darker griefs and greys: all the hours for me. – Part-way glad and partway sad I sit exhausted, midway through just […]