(from “The Dog Days Are Over”)
Like a bullet
Struck from a great height by
Who should know better
I Sat at the tables in front of the Federal Government building.
Workers scurried to and fro with cases, papers—
The afterthoughts, now important, on the mind of—
drawn to the rawness of chaosdrawn to the rawness of chaos
And if you never try, you’ll never know
Just what you’re worth.“Fix You”
All scripture is poetry. It follows, then, that the most printed and purchased books in the world are books of poetry. This fact is just something I wanted to mention, should anyone wonder if they should publish their own poems.
Do I think what I write is equivalent to scripture? Of course not. I just wish more people—religiously observant ones especially—would remember that all scripture was written by a human hand, and would perhaps become audience to contemporary poets. All poets are, indeed, artists working within a sacred tradition.
Poetry talks to me in the indigo stillness of a warm summer night. Chasing word games in my mind, under a sky full of stars…who walk me..firing the glow in my eyes…timeless…ageless Fireflies glimmer Across the turnstile.. Scent of incense Like the soul of the night,a jeweled zephyr trails the quietude.. Argent misted, transcending dark..embellishing […]Chiaroscuro
I realized I have enough new poems for ANOTHER 2021 Chapbook…
Today, I rewrote the first track on Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumors” as a poem…
“To All The Trasnsmen I’ve Ever Loved” will start with the poem:
Second Hand News (for Mason)