They call her a lady:
they want her
biddable.
She’ll blow
on their dice
held in cupped
hands. But really
her hands work
the strings—tipping
the roll the other way.
The lady knows her own mind.
8/17/19
I write things and put them on the Internet.
They call her a lady:
they want her
biddable.
She’ll blow
on their dice
held in cupped
hands. But really
her hands work
the strings—tipping
the roll the other way.
The lady knows her own mind.
8/17/19
scattered by the winds
to root in nurturing soil
little seeds grow up
5/17/19
Typeface on a fresh page.
Straightforward.
Text obscuring manifold meaning.
Shades that drop down
like sunbeams
filtered in a forest pool.
Life and Being—
not opposite
but partners.
8/17/19
40 days & 40 nights.
Without Relent.
But we’re here.
Safe & Sound.
Sheltered.
Shaded.
Sure.
5/14/19
Wind creaking in the attic.
Rain tapping on the sill.
Thunder shakes the floor.
Day like night;
this darkness is nothing.
nothing
to the lightning
in her eyes.
5/14/19
hair behind an ear
Soon Slips –
a shield for two eyes
and everything beyond.
Eventually, you Learn.
first ponytails.
then braids.
barettes.
Pulling Back
curtains
from the light within.
5/14/19
Bright Sunburst
captured on a cloudy
day. You turn
your face –
Follow the Light –
its unchanging
path – across the sky.
Your blank complexion
and sunny disposition
Hold the Secrets
of wisdom.
5/11/19
Vessels brought them
to celestial terrain.
Steel hulls
with precious contents
seeking new worlds.
Faster than light—
spreading our sight—
filling the dark
shapes on the map.
5/10/19
The God of All Trickery Laughs
and feeds on our foibles and gaffes.
Our reason he’ll halt.
He yawns, we default.
True facts, we’ve been played just for laughs.
5/10/19
a bitter burn
on shriveled tongue.
rising bile.
turned shoulder.
left to dust
and ruin.
praying for solution—
dilution—
Brother, can you spare
a cup
of water.
5/9/19