may i please bow to you

you there raging you can’t frighten me I’ve been around too long I don’t care about scare tactics and tantrums I don’t even think though I’ve not stood at the end of one mind you I’m all that frightened of a gun or the bullet it...

the tyranny (II)

and so that word left then tyranny which I say I like much more than the  normal for what can be said that we can all agree on about that  normal/ but tyranny I think there is no disputing its heavy hand there can be no confrontation or long drawn out debate...

the tyranny(I)

of the word ‘normal’ Amy Gerstler teases at me from the lines of her poem this morning tyranny I think I like that word but  normal what is that exactly? My normal speaks to stories and places and populations and environments not yet being yet in my...

too hotly and too brightly

the strike of this match against this flint against this finger held just precisely so as to not shatter the delicately crafted neck of this light I love things. Things not yet here more than things that have be come. Or rather, things that are not yet here, as much...

quivering faithfulness

is not a contradiction. I don’t believe it myself right at this moment this morning where I wake to discouragement of days even in and amongst my everything and so much and even amongst my blessed I wake angry chest-achingly disgustingly frustrated raging...

making out the differences of light and dark

everything with exquisite temperance not like those other ones there living so largess so innocuously impenetrable. Who’s to say I have got this all right alright I don’t. I certainly don’t but at least I know it and go on just the same again every...