You pluck my slip from the pocket of a new suit. You find “Inspected by No. 37” in your fresh linen blouse. You causally glance at my trademark, then toss it into the trash with the stickers, tags, and the little plastic ties...
Read MoreAh mighty beloved Mississippi, first glimpsed flashing past in newly green youth. Your aubergine waters flex curvaceous lithe muscles, like a sylvan sinuous snake, Moving, ever moving, to the sea. Standing I, now on precipice of...
Read More(In remembrance of Henry Reed’s poems about WWII 1914 -1986. And for my many relatives who have served in the armed forces) Identity’s DNA fragments, swirling spirals of life shape-shift into naming And claiming of parts....
Read MoreA whisper of saffron a flash of burgundy corded together spirit. The monks are walking A fine line along a freeway The monks are walking. From Austin to Washington 2,300 miles, foot by foot sneakers slide, bare feet slap....
Read MoreA large hungry beast, lurking shadows stealthily wait to pounce. A split second only you let down your guard. The silent stalker waits, it is eerily silent like covid/Floyd times. Icy snow sparkle white streets empty. Even the...
Read Moreafter midnight a lone silence mellow soft light and floral aroma beneath soft silk blanket on satin-shine pillow slumbers into destiny a long love memory this tranquil seclusion feels like the very next moment in our history of...
Read MoreMost all the boys my age watched Big Time Wrestling on Saturday afternoons, the Sheik and Bobo Brazil, their oiled, sweaty bodies colliding in the ring. I feigned an interest but couldn’t see the point – one person demolishing...
Read MoreThere is a window you could look into To a door you could walk through To a crack in the night where you could disappear To the streets Where the black carpet is rolled out To take you turn after turn By the houses with the...
Read MoreIn the early morning hour, it is still. The fireplace, though gas, makes little popping noises. The clock on the wall ticks its rhythmic progression of the hands around the circle. The coffee pot creates little sounds as it...
Read MoreI walked out to look for Sunset But I had just missed her She left her light on though For my quick walk up the hill Backlighting the clouds And the hills and the dam Lending her air to the peace And tranquility of dusk. Good...
Read MoreIs it possible to heal And discover angels fight with demons too? Their salve gently Cleansed your wounds While their own bleeding Was allowed to slowly stain The finest tapestry. As the mud is washed from blinded eyes The...
Read MoreOn October 26, 2025, 19 Vietnamese Buddhist monks from the Huong Dao Vipassana Bhavana Center in Ft. Worth, Texas, began a peace pilgrimage on foot, to Washington, D.C., a trek of approximately 2,300 miles. I caught up with them...
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