Winter’s Fae
Crystals of lightdancedupon the snow;faerie glitterfor the Winter fae,and I felt the sharpnessof his blue eyesas crows danced all around me;but when I turnedhe was neverthere—I wonder if Winter's fae meant to surprise me,to catch…
Category: Original Poetry
Isolated from the Book Shop for Four Months (But maybe not much longer…)
A Barnes & Noble is a happy placeWhere my book budget goes to lose itselfIn the poetry section first, and thenTo the music by way of the magazines A Barnes & Noble is that happy…
Negative Capability in a Basket
Negative capability is notA basket that bore hens’ eggs yesterdayAnd will carry tomatoes tomorrowIs not empty today An empty basket is a positive spaceWhich is laden with possibilitiesA book, a dream, a hope, a picnic…
Stupid Mask; Stupid, Stupid Mask
The stupid mask I wore, the stupid maskTo Mass this morning, stupid mask, it stankOf chemicals, stupid mask, and fogged my glassesI felt stupid wearing that stupid mask (You look stupid anyway, old man) The…
A Good Idea Gone Bad
The poem critiques the theory of literature in Plato’s Republic. If fair Philosophy could be the kingand Poets only truth and goodness sing,that, Plato thought, would be the ideal state.So, Homer’s gone. His gods do…
Where the Alter is Not, In a Time of Locked Churches
Where the Altar is not, it still must beBeneath the sacred dust of Walsingham Where the Altar is not, it still must beHeart-hidden, even if we have forgotten Where the Altar is not, it still…
Sunday Morning Tornado Watch
This is the only thing normal today:A tornado watch on a Sunday in springI have shifted those famous Loose ObjectsInto secure areas as best I could Too bad we can’t shift the virus aboutStuff it…
Yellow Caution Tape at the Last Supper
Trinity Sunday – a cosmic leap indeedFrom the second week in Lent until nowWe bless ourselves with holy chemicalsAnd the awkward elbow-bump of peace25% capacity in the Upper RoomBetween each disciple an empty chairAnd yellow…
Blacklights
Unilluminated spaceReached the tidal of praiseDressed in black and white Lead in surprising waysSilent and facelessYet gesture still in tunePainted palm like beam of light Reflects a lifeAs a hand that movesAnd a hand that…