To hell with mourning! The devil shall have a feast on tears and brew strong wine of loss and fears to feed the one's who sold their soul in apathy on idle coals in cowardice and meek despair bemoaning what is past repair And get them drunk on their own spit until they choke and [...]
I've been writing a lot of poetry this fall. Poems, a wise friend told me, are the language of the divine. She suggested to read or write poems every day. This way we may tap into forces that help guide us as we muddle through our earthly dilemmas. One reason why we have these dilemmas [...]
When the tears have stopped, if only momentarily, and the cling wrap of your sadness stretches Just so that You can feel the reach of your ribs on the flight of your breath, pick up your dandelion grief and make a wish, or if that's out of question Hold it into the wind and [...]
"How much do I owe you?" you managed to ask, almost choking on the nose around your neck And the man named his price and released you out of this god-forsaken room on legs that obeyed a command long forgotten. Or forbidden because of the fear they've felt and the shame they've been dealt [...]
This, you could count on- that the church bell every quarter hour meters out Day and night. Singing metal claimed from within the sheltering hills around town By men, poor and plain, with nothing but the sigh of a light the size of a matchbox, Three hundred years ago. How did they find what [...]
As of yesterday The weight of the world has increased by Untold secrets Careless speaking Held grudges Blatant judgment Missed opportunities Unspoken apologies Wounds unattended Unremitting shame. This measurement is proportional to the radius two people could comfortably inhabit with outstretched arms multiplied by seven billion But don't.
We had it all wrong. The battles, the stories, the justifications Yellowed pages in a history book we're embarrassed to admit we once committed to memory. This is the curse of the still living in tailored black suits lined up at the grave. The role of the villain, the saint, the victim, the convict [...]
They said the sky was blue with no trace of a cloud Drunkenly pure A sea of summer prayers. They also say as above so below As the Father the Mother heavenly, an unbreakable promise joined at the heart. Who can blame us then, the surviving, for making up stories that suit our [...]
Tell me about your losses what has brought you sorrow what alienated, robbed and wounded you and tore the veil of time, irreparably. Tell me about the wound that doesn't heal that refuses to close, stubborn, like a nail on a cross. Did legions of darkness enter besieging your sacred heart? Did you [...]
1 Victory! How sweet the sound of Victory (or was it Hope, her older sister?) when the fever broke (briefly) as dawn approached on the fourth day. The promise of effortless being! The gift of taste, ebullient mingle of life-sustaining pleasures … returned. The gift to swallow, in sweet self-absorption, like a breeze on a [...]
